Sunshine On Earth

Chapter Ten

The second Grounder is a lot bigger, probably around Lincoln's size. The knife that he has is a lot thinner, but a lot longer than mine. He stands with a cocky smirk on his face, as he sizes me up. I bite my lip in anticipation. The Grounder fakes a charge, and it makes me flinch. Everyone around laughs; even Anya has a small smirk.

I give my blade a small twirl, letting it get comfortable in my hand. The Grounder cracks his neck before taking a shot. His knife swings out, almost hitting my stomach. I jump back, the sudden pressure hurting my ankle. This time, I take offense and swing my blade out. Just before it can cut his arm, he grabs my wrist. On instinct my knee connects with his stomach. He quickly lets go, only to punch me in the jaw. The force knocks me back a few steps. I wipe the blood that drips down my lip.

I go in for the attack again, this time successfully. The knife skims his arm, enough to draw blood. The Grounder's fist flew out in rage, it connects with my cheekbone. I cry out in pain. His arm goes down again, this time bringing the sword-like blade as well. I duck quickly, and my leg kicks out, hitting him in the ankle. I do it again and again, until the Grounder falls on his back.

I pounce on to him, my fist slamming into his nose twice before he flips me over. I struggle to get out of his reach.

"Not so good know are you?" he spits. He throws both of our blades to the side, leaving an even fight. The Grounder digs his knee into my thigh, right where I got burned. I scream in pain. The Grounders laugh yet again. The one holding me down gets distracted by the crowd.

I somehow get my one arm free and make quick work of elbowing him in the face. He loses balance slightly, then push I give him finally makes him fall over. The Grounder snarls at me as I punch him directly in the nose. It leaves a sickening crack sound, so I do it again. Before I can get the third punch in, he grabs my wrist and squeezes. I cry out in pain.

His grip doesn't loosen, and I start to panic. My eyes spot the blade just in arms reach.

The Grounder notices what I'm looking at, and tries to push me away, but it's too late. My short arms stretch, my fingers grazing the handle. As soon as the knife is in my hand, I keep it as his throat.

"Do it. You don't have the guts," the Grounder underneath me growls.

"I guess you don't know me then." I wasn't going to do anything, but that one sentence drove me over the edge. The sharp blade cuts into his throat. As blood pours from the wound, I watch. The cut isn't deep enough to kill him. Scar him for life, and probably hurt like a bitch. But it wasn't a kill.

Anya stops before something else happens. A smart move on her behalf; I might have killed him.

"I underestimated you, Sky Girl. Let's see how you do this time." Anya pulls out a dagger from her belt. It's about three inches shorter than mine, but her grip is comfortable and well-practiced. She twirls the knife in her hand, standing up strong. I crack my neck, keeping my glare on her.

Anya is quick on her feet. I can barely register anything when the butt of her dagger hits my temple. I slump to the ground and groan in pain. Anya grabs hold of my shoulder, pulling me up to my feet. She makes quick work of sending a punch to my jaw. A force to my stomach makes me fall to the ground with a loud thump.

With the little energy I have left, I try to stand up with no avail. Anya grabs my jacket, and practically throws me across the circle. I moan in pain. The thought of actually not winning the fight comes to mind. No. I won't lose.

"Stand up."

I scurry to my feet and blink through the black dots that splutter my vision. My arms are sore and weak from, well, everything pretty much. I can barely keep them up anymore. I keep them tense, though, ready for another attack.