Couple of broken ribs and a nose later, we sat down on the floor breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath. Bjorn glared at me, he was in worse shape. He had a cut on his brow, his mouth was bleeding and he was holding on to his side as he glared at me. I have no doubt that I was also in worse shape too. I can feel the blood trickling down my nose and I think one of my eye start to be closing.
"So…" I said in between gulps of air, "Feel like you've had enough?"
Bjorn glared at me, "Not even close!" He said before he lunged forward, trying to hit me with a blow but all I did was just move to the side before he finally crumpled down to the ground.
I snorted in response as I stared at his figure on the floor. "Yeah, seems you've had more than enough."
"No, I just need to rest for a little bit then I will kick your ass later!" Bjorn said, his voice labored.
