Blast

Ice

She walked towards me and smiled. Her eyes made her look like her insides were frozen. The pole glistened in her hand. I tried to make a break for the door but she stuck the pole out in front of me and pushed me back. I stumbled back to the floor. When I did I felt an uncomfortable bump. I had something in my pockets. What was it? The knife. I crawled away from her and got up. I took the knife from my pocket and the once silver blade shot out. I charged towards her and tried to stab. She countered with the pole and landed the attack. I stumble to the ground and dropped the knife. She lifted the pole and swung. I grabbed it and and felt a searing pain in my hand. I backed away and my hand was shrouded in ice. I looked to her eyes and she said "someone once said if you can't beat them, be them, maybe you should have listened!" she said the last part angrily and charged. I grabbed the knife and swung. She tried to counter but failed. The knife punctured her shoulder and she screamed. She swung the pole and it hit me. It hit my face and I blacked out. I awoke to the same room that we fought in. Although the room seemed colder the scene was the same. Erica was at the table, I was on the floor. I stood up and took the knife from my pocket. I charged to her but she turned with the pole in hand. She swung with her rotation and I ducked. I went in with my knife aimed at her right knee. She moved and I hit her left thigh. She screamed in what I guessed was pain, and dropped her pole. I kicked it to get it out of her reached and kneeled so we were face-to-face. I leveled my knife to her throat and told her it was time for a story. She said okay and started.