The Vitruvian Man and the Devil's Puppet, Part 2

Leo's declaration sent chills climbing up my spine, and I pumped my fists in the air like a sports fan at a Yankees game during a heated battle between our hometown pitcher and the enemy team's slugger. 

"Go, go, go!" I yelled in glee. 

Honestly, I was truly enjoying myself here. There was just something nice about witnessing a fight I didn't have to be involved in knowing this was just a replay with a foregone conclusion that doesn't end too badly, or history would have written about it.