El Corazón

Arrival of the Fittest

The whole bar turned toward the door, where a tall man stood, snow cuffed along his hat and jacket. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes throwing knives straight at Blake. He ripped off his jacket and hat, revealing scarred, muscly arms and sharp horns on his head. His red hair matched the angry expression on his face, which grew only redder as he stomped towards the table.

"Adam, how nice of you to show up!" Blake giggled, "But sorry, I found a better date. Toodles!" Blake continued to giggle, despite the look of malice on Adam's face. "Ah, the curse of being a giggly drunk."

"You'll get a curse alright!" Adam yelled, drawing back her fist, aiming it straight for Blake's nose. Milliseconds away from the impact, Adam's fist hit something soft, a contrast from the loud crack he was expecting. He looked up to see Yang blocking Blake's face with her hands, her eyes equally dark as his were.

"I'm sorry, who exactly do you think you are?" Yang asked, "Coming into this bar and trying to punch this woman? Look at this fool guys, as if he could actually do anything!"

The bar erupted into laughter, one man yelling going so far as to yell out obscenities. "Hey reddie, maybe you should go outside again to cool off!" The bar erupted once more, causing Adam to get angrier by the second. He turned his head towards Yang, who was now completely in front of Blake, and fired off a high-speed punch, hitting Yang straight between the eyes, causing Yang's hear to snap back.

"Yang! Are you alright?" Ruby asked, holding onto Yang's arm. "You don't need to take this fight if you don't want to, remember that!"

"Ruby, this is way past just me now." Yang snarled, rolling up her sleeves. "Prepare yourself for an ass-whooping!"

The tables around them scratched the floor as they slid away, creating a circle of chipped wood and drunk people, minus Ruby and the bartender. They circled each other slowly, sizing each other up, as if they were snakes stalking their prey. Adam struck first, missing a shot wide to her right, Yang responding with a quick uppercut to the jaw. Adam stumbled back, crashing against a table.

"Is that all you got? Let's raise the stakes, eh? Winner gets Blake!" Yang doubled over in laughter, tears streaming from her eyes. "You down or what?"

Adam roared, charging towards Yang, despite the small space they had. Yang simply stepped one foot to the left, sending Adam crashing into another table, spilling a foamy glass of beer on his head. The bar erupted into laughter for the third time.

Adam slowly regained his balance, reaching into his pocket. Yang stood, fists not even raised, showing just how little she respected him. He pulled an object from his pocket, lunging at Yang's right side, striking hard. A crimson ribbon erupted from Yang's right arm, making her recoil.

"Hey! You brought knives to a fist fight, that seems a little unfair!" Yang growled, holding her arm tenderly. Adam lunged at her again, aiming for the exact same spot, as if he were trying to cut her whole arm off.

The bar gaped in awe as Yang leapt easily six feet into the air, driving her heel into the back of Adam's neck as she descended. It was at that exact moment that she realized Yang was wearing heels. Adam fell to the floor with a crash, knife dropped to his side. The strike rendered him completely unconscious, the growing pile of drool on the floor just adding to the embarrassment.

"Yang, are you okay?" Blake asked, rushing to Yang's side, grabbing the ribbon from her bow. She began to sloppily wrap it around Yang's wound, only mostly covering it. "You really saved me there."