"If you think you're going to use me as a warm up, you're going to get hurt," Silas said, his voice deep and heavy like grinding boulders.
He stood in the center of the arena, a massive wall of a guy from Class B. He didn't have his school jacket on, just a tight black tank top that showed off shoulders twice as wide as mine. He didn't look angry; he just looked like he was ready to clear a path through a mountain.
Kai didn't even blink. He stopped ten feet away, casually rolling up the sleeves of his uniform shirt. "I don't think about the final match until I finish the current one. Don't worry about my schedule, Greythorn. Worry about your own."
Up on the balcony, I leaned over the stone railing so far that Des had to grab the back of my collar. "Is it just me, or does Silas look even bigger from up here?"
"He's huge," Des whispered, staring down. "He's like a walking brick wall. How is Kai supposed to punch through that?"
