Hawk enters the room around half an hour later. Sighing loudly, he opens his locker and packs things up, seeming ready for a break.
"A well-deserved break ... I'm not sure if i deserve one."
He angrily shuts his locker, resting with his palms on it.
"Damn ! We were so ****** close ... I knew we had less chances to win than them, but losing like this is ... just ..."
He charges his arm, ready to punch the locker, but stops, with a more relaxed expression.
"Annoying. This defeat is jJust a short delay ... Nothing serious, Hawk ... Calm down. Breathe ..."
He does so, but he indeed punches the locker at full force, leaving his punch's tracks on it.
He takes his bag out, putting it on the table.
His eyes suddenly fall on the Rope Of Judgement laying near him. He gazes at it with a curious look, then grabs it.
"They do not know the surprises I'm bringing along next season. I grew a lot stronger, after two days : 48 hours total, of which 40 of intensive training. New moves ... New power."
He stares to the ceiling.
"They will hang from this rope. I swear it."
He instinctively taunts, with a ferocious light in his eyes, that was never seen in him before.
He laughs, as he throws the rope on the floor.
"Hawks ... Accipiter ... Said to be great diurnal raptors, and born predators ... It's time to prove it."