MIDDLE SCHOOL_ FOUR YEARS PRIOR_
It was Elvis's fifth attempt for a win, but each time he summoned determination, picking up to his feet although he was batterly injured, he went still sent skidding back to the ground.
His body severed deep bruises, his clothes incinerated from the exposure to fire. He groaned and cursed each time he jottled back to the ground, but his determination armored his weak state, lifting him back up.
He had never lost before. He was king after all, and he wasn't going to let some dude take that from him.
"Is this the best you've got?" His opponent shook his head disappointedly, his hand consequently brimming with fire. "So much for the strongest student around here."
"Shut up!"
"But what's even more shocking is that they say you're my cousin." Reyy added. "I never figured a Mathers would be this weak."