Miguel couldn't believe what had just happened. This was supposed to be an easy victory—he would toy with Uriel a bit, see what he was capable of, and then decide whether to let him in. Not once had it crossed his mind that he would lose the fight.
"Again… let's fight again." The words slipped out before Miguel could think, almost unconsciously. His desire for a rematch—for proof that he hadn't really lost—surfaced on its own.
Uriel looked at Miguel, confused.
However, Miguel quickly took back his words. In the end, he himself had accepted the terms of the test; he had no right to complain. Uriel had won—it was only fair. But it hurt. He didn't want it to end like this… yet he swallowed his pride.
"Forget it, I didn't say anything… who would've thought, you're pretty good, huh?"
