Ellie danced around the ring, sweat trickling down her back, strands of stray hair escaping from her braid, and her opponent throwing sloppy punches towards her face. Naturally, she dodged the punches and landed a few herself onto the 250 pound fighter, his buddies staring at the fight with surprised awe. Moving at the speed of light, and feeling as swift as a rabbit on her feet, she kicked her opponent behind the knees, bringing him to the floor. She locked her hands behind his neck, and slammed his head to her knee. The crunch of his face echoed through the room. The crowd cheering as the banner for her victory flew across the screen. The man fell to the floor, his eyes glued shut, and his body limp. Ellie raised her bloody knuckles into the air as nurses and doctors rushed onto the arena. She would get good money tonight.
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Broken Poetry
PoetryJust a bunch of my writings, usually dark but there are a few bright ones hidden in there somewhere... I hope you enjoy!
