Pug wins the fight

Val, bashed up and quite small now, smaller than he ever felt before when Pug easily bullied him into a flatness he had not felt for a long time, so flat, the notes were like noise in his head, no longer a melody, the exuberant feelings remembered like a stranger peering into a world not his, Pug met the defeated foe and felt little jubilance, little joy, little anything really because his greed, his distortions did grow faster than the winnings he did take.