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Fighting ones battle was a typical task for Travis, its not like he had any choice he was forced to act this way. His father was of course the influence to his behaviour, he was taught very young so it didn't came naturally. Yet it didn't suit him well, Travis the bully. It didn't click even when you said it a billion time, a broken record constantly playing over and over again. This wasn't Travis, no not at all. Still he stood after abusing the one before him, the blood he felt wasn't his own. The boy before him cower in fear and fled as everyone around him cheer, while others collect his debts. He sighed once it had clear, the corridors felt so emptied now that everyone gone. His pocket full of galleon after winning a dishonour victory. Travis just slump with his hand cramped up, he wander alone feeling so hollow inside.