𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 ➪ «𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑛»

ch. X - 《all the references》

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Felix's ready fist collided with Diana's abdomen, hard enough to make her gasp for air, but still soft enough that she knew he was holding back. He had, after all, not only his height to his advantage, but strength as well - much to Diana's dismay and partial denial.

The morning sun shone heavy on them from the cornflower blue skies, bathing them in sweat.

"Retaliate, c'mon, Diana," Sam encouraged from the sidelines, clapping once.

Once she'd gotten her breath back, Diana used an open palm to push aside another of Felix's punches and moved in and grabbed him around the middle, locking her fingers together behind his back; her bruised hand protested at the tight grip. Shit. Now she'd incapacitated both of them; he couldn't move his arms, but neither could she.

"The hell are you doing?! Whatever, Felix, use your head. How do you get out?"

"By stopping playing around like a couple of children?" Irene provided with a sigh as she joined them, hand shielding her eyes from the sun, "Juro por Deus, you're gonna hurt yourselves and I'm gonna be right here when you come crying to tell you 'I told you so'."

Felix struggled to lift his arms free, but Diana's locked hands didn't budge. She jokingly laid her head on her brother's chest and pretended to nap.

"C'mon, you bobo! This gonna take long? I wanna kick some ass too," Alice puffed impatiently from somewhere Diana couldn't see. Honestly, all she could see was her brother's neck and the scenery behind him from above his shoulder.

"Really, Diana, what the fuck? Just let go!" The boy's deep voice rumbled in his chest.

Diana tutted. "Watch the language. You gotta use your head, bro. What if this happens with someone else? You can't just yell at them to let go. Well, you could, but I'm guessing they ain't about that life."

Felix stopped his erratic moves, and when Diana looked up at him in confusion, the boy reared his head back and lurched it forward with a snap, hitting his forehead to hers.

The flash of pain and sudden dizziness caused her to let go and stumble backward, head in her hands and eyes screwed shut. Eventually, she ended up falling on her butt.

Alice's uncontrollable laughter rang in her ears, and the headache she was sporting grew stronger. The darkness behind her eyelids didn't help the vertigo - it felt like she was on a rollercoaster that consisted only of stomach dropping loops - and the next thing she knew, she was rolling to the side to throw up.

"Oh my God, Sam!" Irene's voice rang closer until it was basically on her. "I think she might have a concussion. Diana, open your eyes, look at mom!"

"S'not a concussion, mami, just dizzy," she protested and spat bitter saliva onto the dirt next to her sick. She shuddered at the smell – the stale humid air also didn't help -, and almost vomited again. Instead, she swallowed down the feeling and stood up unsteadily, with both parents holding her under each arm. She kicked some dirt to cover the spot and walked over to Felix, trying her hardest not to trip.

The boy's forehead had a red spot, most likely twin to hers, but fortunately for him, she seemed to have taken the brunt of the hit.

"You okay?" she asked and prodded the skin, which made him wince. A bit of petty revenge on her part.

"Yeah, hurts like hell, though. My head feels like it's gonna blow up."

"Don't I know it," Diana said and slapped him upside the head. "You ever do that again, I'll do worse."