Tiger fang is what they called her, she was a highly trained and capable soldier. No one knows her real name, all people knew about her was she was human, and she loved explosives. The only thing that bothered me all night was why would she attack one of her comrades? Could it be that she thought I was really a traitor?
In a way it was understandable, every one of us were supposed to be dead and buried. So, if she attacked, she probably thought I was working with the Raknash. Maybe if I proved to her I wasn't a traitor we could work together and get out of this hell hole. Plus, in our current situation we both need allies if we are going to survive this. But there is also a chance that she would still blow me to bits, and then there is the problem of how to find her. Even with the experience I have I couldn't pin point where all those daggers had been coming from. In all honesty it seemed like they had been coming from everywhere which is impossible yet, that's what it seemed like. I sighed and after a few more moments of pondering I decided that even if she ended up killing me, I at least had to try and with that last thought I went to sleep for the night.
The next morning, I got up and for once in what seemed like a life time took a shower. It was heaven, or at least as close to it as one can get without actually being deceased. The water was luke-warm and with each bead of water hitting my pale white skin it seemed to refresh it. I quickly lost track of time as I cleaned myself and enjoyed the feeling of being clean and wet all at the same time. Its times like these you realize everything you have taken for granted and you look back on it with a new found appreciation for all the little things you had. Afterwards as I was putting my armor back on and getting ready to go find the woman who nearly made me a puddle the other day, I heard very quiet footsteps behind me. I slowly and quietly flexed my wrist which made my dagger only come out partially I bent down like I was fixing my boots and used the gravity to make it silently slide out the rest of the way into my hand and grabbed hold of my dagger and whirled around to find a tiger striped blade to my throat. Before I could react, Tiger Fang drove her knee straight into my stomach stepped to my side and ripped my arm over her shoulder flipping me over her and landing me on my back. "This is the second time this week I have been on my back" I coughed.
I smiled as I looked up at her. Her face was covered by her visor and I couldn't make out the color of it very well. She still had hold of my arm so I turned my wrist and grabbed hers as I pulled her off weight making her stumble forward and shot my free hand out and punched her in the ribs making her stumble back letting go of me entirely. Before she could regain her composure, I scrambled to my feet and charged in as fast as I could and tried a round house to her helmet, but she blocked it with her fore arm, grabbed my ankle and threw me at the wall across the room. I slammed into the wall with a deafening thud and scrambled back to my feet quickly analyzing my situation. "Not bad for a traitorous shit stain" Tiger fang growled.
"Traitorous shit stain?" I snorted "I'm not the one going around blowing shit up for no reason".
"Everyone was slaughtered that night, no one could have survived I barely made it out" she hissed.
"I fought my way out that night, my best friend died saving my ass. And you have the nerve to call me a traitorous shit stain?!" I yelled. I charged her again out of blind rage, I smashed into her making her stagger back. As she tried to gain her composure, I sent an uppercut straight to her jaw which made her more off balance as her head lurched backwards. Quickly I slammed my knee into her ribs denting her armor a good inch with the momentum I had and threw her across the room. As she got up, I slashed at her with my dagger which she easily dodged and rolled to the side and up onto her feet. I came at her again and she parried with her own blade. After what seemed like forever, I made another mistake and she grabbed my wrist and body checked me into another wall hard enough to make me drop my blade to the floor.
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The Last Elite (Book One).
Science FictionMaximus is the last of the elites, or so he thinks. He survived the massacre at Backrendor the elite base on the planet Narvasia. The Raknash, a brutal lizard people native to the planet are responsible for the massacre and bloodshed. His mission, t...