Love's Not Void

Chapter 3:

Spinning at the sound of the noise, Kimberly turned her phone off. She shoved it in her pants pocket, just in time to see two figures step out of the thick trees. Both were strangers, and were much older than her.

The one to the left hummed in thought. His hazel Cat-eyes assessed his surroundings, checking to see if anyone else was nearby. When his mind was made up, he fearlessly took another step closer. 

"Oh~. What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this? It's dangerous for girls to wonder off alone, don't you know?"

The other more silent one stared at Kitty. He wore a chilling grin, and drew a lasso from his waist. His partner- the one that spoke- drew a long sword. In the light, the blade gave off a reflection, sending a chill up her spine. 

These taints meant business. What were they? Rapists, traffickers, rapists, or looters? It didn't matter. No matter what or who they were, Kimberly was in trouble. She needed to do something! She couldn't stand here like a twat. 

Getting into a very wrong position, she drew Firi's dagger. Her legs were far apart, she stood head on, and her unarmed hand was facing outward. 

This isn't right, thought she. 

Turning her posture in a correct stance, she stood up straighter. She awkwardly cleared her throat, and raised her chin. Truth be told, Kimberly had no idea what she was doing. And I'm sure you could see that by now. 

She knew how to kick...and scream...and sock a dude in the face. But that's all she knew. She never really paid attention in gym that week... Then again, when does she ever pay attention in gym class? 

Alright, just do what Rai does. Position the gravity to the right, hold an aggressive stance, position your weapon outward, and don't forget to protect your face once in a while. She'll exclude the 'bare fangs and elongate claws' technique- for obvious reasons. Her claws may be long, but they're filed and quite fragile. 

Allowing them to make the first move, she sidestepped with a shriek.

Well, there goes her intimidation... 

The one with the lasso began to swing the rope's noose, crouching low and keeping his eyes on Kitty. He looked at her like prey- a wild animal that needed to be tamed. 

The cat that attacked before suddenly charged again. Positioning Firi's dagger outward, she promptly blocked the attack. Surprised, his eyes widened down at her. A confident smirk appeared on the girl's face. Using his reaction to her advantage, she stomped on his foot, drawing her dagger closer to the handle. 

As he flinched, the dagger nicked his knuckles. Blood dripped from his hand, and his lips parted automatically to let out a cat-like hiss. 

The stun was enough to throw him off stance. It was wide open... This next shot will definitely give her victory. 

Putting all of her strength in her one leg, she kicked in between his legs. The cat dropped to his knees, wheezing and whining in agony. Though she was playing dirty, she had to finish it. So using her other leg, she spun-kicked him in the face.

PLOP

He was on the ground, out cold. 

Turning her gaze to the other opponent, he seemed to rethink his actions. Obviously he would, since it was a knife against a piece of rope. The only way he could win is if he could knock her out, or choke her to death. That was unlikely. Moreover, the cat appeared to be well aware of that. 

Dropping his hands, his eyes glanced over at his buddy. He looked back at Kimberly, his orbs growing in a pleading way. 

He was giving up? Fine. If he's leaving peacefully, then let him leave. What a chicken shit...