WMMAP - [S2] Shelter You

45: Disappointment

Lucas who was mounting my fiance yelled at the top of his lungs as he raised his fist and I could only watch in horror, unable to do anything.

As the destructive was about to land, Kiel dodged the first punch that Lucas threw. It made no sound as Lucas' fist collided with the wooden floor. So I could tell how sturdy the floor was.

What impressed me was the fact that Lucas didn't even flinch at the pain even though I could see the redness on his knuckles.

While Lucas was drawing back his hand, Kiel stole another quick jab to Lucas' ribcage. It made him stagger a little and Kiel took the opportunity to get Lucas off him by landing a teep — a front kick to the chest and Lucas tumbled backward, almost hitting the door.

But Kiel was not doing that great either. He weight so much less than Lucas so when he landed that kick, it was like he was kicking concrete and sending him backward against the bed.

Both of them were kneeling on one knee. Each breathed heavily as the stare-off continued.

"You came to me, asking for my help and when I did, you greedy bastard wanted more!"

"I wanted nothing more than her safety! Had I known you hurt her, I wouldn't have asked you to!"

"Hurt her?! Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Lucas yelled as he charged in again, looking for another takedown.

"Had I known you would be this fucking ungrateful, I wouldn't have done it in the fucking first place!!"

My body moved out of instinct and here I was, in front of Kiel. I opened my arm; the dislocated hand remained rigid to my side because the shock still lingered. But if I had a pair of wings, that would be me trying my best to cover for Kiel.

The sudden intrusion made Lucas' charge attack come to a stop. His footing became sloppy as if he was slipping on the watery tiles.

After maintaining a better balance, Lucas sped down into a walk and then stopped a few steps away in front of me.

"Lucas... I know he is wrong but please... Don't hurt—"

I didn't get to finish my sentence. I glanced behind me as soon as I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Thank you for the distraction, my dear."

A gush of humid wind touched my cheek and I was hauled onto the bed, back hitting the mattress, and my eyes squinted shut.

"YOU SLY FOX! YOU'RE AS CUNNING AS YOUR FATHER!!"

"It is called Strategy."

"NO! I'LL CALL YOU A FUCKING COWARD!!"

I quickly sat up and forced my eyes open. There they were again, exchanging blow for blow.

Although, I really couldn't tell if Lucas got slower or Ezekiel was faster but Lucas seemed to be at a disadvantage. No... More like, Lucas was taking the blows while Kiel dodged every single one of Lucas' attacks.

And I felt like those blows did nothing to Lucas at all. So, at this point, I STILL couldn't tell how serious this fight was going to lead to.

This time, Kiel charged in first and automatically, Lucas put his hands up as guards, enduring the first few relentless attacks. But that would leave his body exposed. I could see the perfect opening to strike as Kiel did.

Kiel aimed for Lucas' ribcage again, but his impact never landed. Not directly at where Kiel wanted at least.

Even if it did, it never truly counted because Lucas blocked the attack perfectly with his palm stacking on the back of his other hand, greatly reducing the damage as he caught Kiel's fist.