They all heard Artem challenge me to a fight and they also heard me accept it.
For everyone else, it was unanimously decided to forgo their workouts just for this night but it seemed that they would all be going to the gym… only for a different purpose. The people close to us were having trouble breathing but it was due to a mix of excitement and the pressure we were exuding. It was very different from killing intent and more in line with battle intent.
'I guess mourning is not his thing.'
We were at a staredown where he was wearing a serious expression while I was faintly smiling. Excitement filled my body as my blood traveled through my veins at a quickened pace, causing my breathing to get faster and faster and my smile to get wider and wider. In turn, it made Artem let out a faint smile before everyone else rushed to the gym to get front row seats.
After a short while, Artem and I changed into open-finger gloves and gym shorts, displaying our own works of art.