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Isley looked up at where she was looking. Two members were grappling with each other. He didn’t know much about the fighting style. He wasn’t interested in much in watching fights, actually. But, as he hadn’t much else to do, he sat next to her, on the floor, though, and stared at the fight for a few seconds.

“It’s too long, though,” he remarked, though it was, in reality, closer to a whine. “I mean, a fight like that takes forever… Maybe they do something interesting once in a while, but a fight like this loses its momentum pretty quickly.”

He leaned back. He might fight somebody today. But if it were only practice or something, wouldn’t he not want to hurt anyone? He usually saved fighting for when he actually had a reason for it. No, that wasn’t quite right… He liked fighting seriously better. If he was in real danger, it would be that much more fun. Isley, even admitting it to himself, was not a good person. Blaze, on the other hand, (he liked her name, so he had memorized it) seemed like she always fought for a reason, not for fun. Or maybe she was always serious about it. Isley never was all that serious when he fought. IT was why he had learned the fighting styles he had. It was fun to do a corkscrew in the air while kicking somebody. Of course, he had learned to end the fight as quickly as possible, so the fun didn’t usually last that long. It wasn’t that he was addicted to fighting or something, but… Well, he probably wasn’t too different from the rest of the people in the club. His mouth curled into a small smirk at the thought. It was quite entertaining.