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Winning should come with some kind of satisfaction. And it might, Wufei supposed, with time. For now, he wasn't much other than frustrated. None of his opponents had fought with any kind of honor, retreating the instant things turned in his favor. Fighting against that kind of weakness could never truly end with success, unless he was able to completely destroy his opponents.

As soon as his last opponent left, taking most of the other fighters along with him, Wufei moved to stand by his car and wait for Heero.

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He would have rolled his eyes, but they were closed. He shook his head instead. "Didn't." Really, it wasn't his fault his opponent fought like a damned beast. Which may or may not have been an exaggeration, in hindsight.

He opened his eyes long enough to glance down at his arm - a single, deep, gaping cut ran all the way from his shoulder, down the length of his arm, almost to his wrist. The only reason he wasn't in shock was probably because he'd taken bullets before, years ago... Regardless, it did cause him to pale some, seeing so much red and wondering how much blood he'd lost elsewhere...

"I..." he had to swallow hard before could continue, "need to get home."