When the boy revealed himself, my eyes shot open. I wasted no time before I attacked, striking him dumbly in the shoulder. I was worried but apparently it was enough to distract him for a moment. In that moment, I scanned my opponent. He was shirtless, and barefoot, holding his sandals. He looked about 17 or 18, and very tall. His hair was drenched in sweat, shaggy and dark brown, hanging just above his hazel eyes, flipped to the side. He was very tan, and I took immediate notice of his buff, chiseled figure (especially the six-pack.)
"Hey!" The sound of the boy's voice snapped me back to reality. He looked angry as he approached me, and I