"Oh, cut the bullshit!" Zack said, laughing to himself. "You can barely fucking stand right now. In which world do you think that you have the strength to stand up to me?"
Wiping the blood clean from his lips, Logan kept his arms forward—even through the excruciating pain. They didn't guard much, but it showed his resolve. "That's where you're wrong, Zack. I can stand perfectly fine... not because it doesn't hurt, but because I know the pain will be far worse if I allow you to win and keep me from her.
You, and everyone else in the world will be damned if you think I'll sit idly by and lose everyone I care about!"
Zack sighed. "There you go again with that stupid talk. It doesn't matter how you feel, or how much you care about someone. True strength doesn't come from such trifling emotions, no. If you wish to own everything you desire, there's only one way..."
