time is slipping by, and I am afraid.
it would take something special
to defeat someone of such astonishing reputation, especially so in a place and thus setting of his choosing,
using rules that hardly constitute any form of reasonable safety guidelines within the context of such a match.
this is as mortal combat as it gets.
even so I refuse to believe in his supposedly unholy prowess.
I've defied many twists of fate in this lifetime.
against the universe, not even demons hold a candle.
I am afraid, but I am not going to lose.

these days feel more and more like a double life
with the days remaining relatively normal
and the nights getting incessantly active.
condor's in once again, back to more like his usual self
than the last time we met
just knew he couldn't resist such a challenge
I've learned a long time ago not to question his daring and recklessness, he must have his reasons and perhaps one day I'll get to know them.