Twilight Shadows

Chapter 42

"So, would you like to be the one practicing first, my little warrior?" Derrick asked, grinning.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah sure, since you suggested it. I wouldn't care either way..." I rubbed my hands together. "Let's get started."

Following the other groups' examples, and Professor Beyer's instructions, Derrick pinned both my arms behind my back, ensuring a firm and strong grip. My shoulder blades were up against his chest, and the back of my head was right where his jaw was. I smirked to myself.

"Alright, my little warrior, let's see you get out of this." Derrick said. I could already hear the grin in his words.

I formed a plan in my head, and thought it through carefully. Then, without warning, I executed my plan. I thrust my head backwards, connecting with Derrick's jaw. I heard a barely audible grunt, and Derrick's grip loosened; just a bit. 

Without losing more time, I thrust my head backwards again, this time a little more harshly, and was rewarded with a louder moan. Grinning, I used my right leg and swept it behind me, almost knocking Derrick off balance.

Quickly, I wriggled free and smirked at Derrick. "Looks like somebody just got beaten up," I remarked. "By their own little warrior."

Derrick rubbed his jaw carefully, making sure it was still intact. "Never knew you had such a hard head..." Derrick groaned.

I smiled. "You're welcome. You never learn, do you?"

"Actually, on the contrary, I learn a lot - far more than the average male. My specialty is making every situation worse." Derrick grinned his charming smile, heat flaring in his eyes. "So, without further ado..."

In the blink of an eye, I found myself imprisoned again, this time Derrick holding both my wrists in one hand, and with the other, he cuffed me around the neck so that I couldn't head butt him again.

"Let's see how you do with this." Derrick smirked.

I thought my actions through. In a second, I crushed his toes by stomping on them, and dug my nails into the hand that was gripping my wrists. Derrick's grip loosened, and for good measure, I stomped on his other foot too.

I freed my wrists, and tried to pry his other arm off my neck. Without me knowing it, Derrick had locked me in the same position again; one arm across my neck and the other with both hands behind me.

"Well, looks like you never learn either." Derrick grinned. I turned my head around and glared at him. 

"You know, your eyes look truly amazing when they're angry." Derrick said.

With Derrick distracted, I quickly brought my head down on his arm that was across my neck, my chin connecting with it. Derrick emitted a low grunt, and I repeated my action. His muscles tensed, trying to hold me back.

I noticed that his grip on my wrists had slackened, and I dug my nails into his skin again. Derrick's grip loosened noticeably, and I swiftly released my wrists.

Using the same strategy, I dug my nails into his arm that was holding my neck. For good measure, I stomped on his foot again, then multiple times.

Just then I realized that Derrick's other hand had wrapped around both my wrists again, and brought it down to my left side, against my hip. I seethed, and for once, was glad that I was facing away from him so he couldn't see my anger and frustration.

"Just a tip, my frustrated warrior..." Derrick smiled. "Use your legs rather than your nails."

Using his tip, I brought my knee towards my chest, and thrust it backwards, connecting with his thigh. He inhaled sharply, and I repeated my move, aiming for the same spot, kicking harder each time.