Wild Space

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For a long while, I haven't had even a chance to spar with Bob. Thus, the challenge right now has come to me full force without even a warning. This is really going to test my endurance. On the run, I was lethargic. The two guys standing in front of me looked at only me. Shaun was standing next to me as calmly as ever. Was this a siege? I couldn't help but wonder.

"Who sent you and why?" I asked despite knowing the possible answer and knowing that it was futile. Anyhow, it's worth a try.

But, the scene didn't form out as I thought.

One of the men rushed to me with his right arm stretched and that smack was like a brick to my shoulder. Obviously, I need to move more fluid like he taught me to keep up. This guy was doing a fusion of karate, kung fu, and a jumbled mess. With much precision, I could dodge it all without breaking a sweat and without touching him at all but the pain on my shoulders did bother me and slow me down a little. I never let my body get any beating. 

After that, he back kicked me, flipping a three sixty degrees turn. With the level of my anger, I guess I was back on track because I quickly held onto his outstretched feet like Tom always taught me to and back kicked him just like he did. My pointy heels however small in inches it may be slammed on his face. Just as he doubled over, I let go of his leg otherwise I will fall with him and that would be nasty. Then I knew kicked onto his back making him fall down completely.    

He got up and tried to punch me. Dodging it, I punched him three times in the nose. Despite the amount of blood, he continued to punch me. A quick punch in my stomach; which I didn't have time to dodge got me doubling over in anger and pain. He held my ponytail and knee butted screaming obscenities.

I backed out, feeling dizzy. But I didn't let him get to me, I shook my head and started to punch and kick him. All I saw was my Bob. I hastened my punches, three to the face, one left, one stomach, a knee kick, a straight kick, three punches and a short kick, backdrop kick, straight kick, three punches right and then left. Start all over again.

When I said this in my mind, I was thinking about the troubles and blasted fate I was in. the image of my made-up mother, Tom, Sam, Tiffany, filtered through my mind like a Polaroid on the run. Mentally, I was imagining kicking them all. As I continued to say the format and kick; I stumbled over something and fell to my knees.

It looks like the man was already out cold and I was punching the air. Shaun came to and got me on my feet.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes. Where did they come from?"

"I don't know, let's go."

Once we got in our vehicle and quickly reversed to set out, we saw three more masked men running from behind the house. They had plenty of time to come break us, but why did they hesitate? Was Shaun acting this all? Shaun accelerated, taking us through the path of an airplane. Lame! I know, but give me a break. I am not a metaphor queen.

Right now, I am not giving it any thought. I am a complete mess. I was looking at Shaun with this critical eye but he didn't even bat an eye at me.

Shaun took us out through the gate. The gate closed on its own. Just as Shaun was about to take a deep breath; the unmistakable sound of other powerful sports car screeched behind us making Shaun step on the accelerator. He looked through the rearview and cursed out loud. I turned around to see three black sports cars chasing us. For the love of God, I am not aware of the names but I love cars. I love them.

"What cars are they?" I asked Shaun, as I adjusted myself casually in the seat.

He gave me one of those looks with a full-on laughter.