mutated

chapter fifteen: somebody tell chase to stick his ego up his ass

As expected, the cocky bastard came charging at me first. His fists came swinging at me, and I ducked dodged, weaving in between his arms, before delivering my own kick towards him. He stumbled slightly, before charging back at me, punching me square in the stomach. As he punched me, I held at his chest, flipping him over onto his back, but he pulled me with him, and we both ended up on the floor.

Panting on the ground, I rolled out of the way just as he flipped back up to kick me, and after dodging another one of his infamous kicks with a flip out of the way, I came back at him, ducking down as his attack shot towards me and spun my leg across his feet, knocking him onto the floor. 

As I moved in for the finishing blow, his leg kicked upwards from the ground, sending me tumbling over him, and I ended up rolling across the floor, grunting as I stood up from the roll. As he came charging at me again, I ran towards the wall, kicking off the wall and somersaulting over him, leaving him cornered.

He narrowed his eyes at me, and swung his fists. I blocked his blows with my forearms, and he grasped onto my shoulder, kneeing me in the stomach. I twisted out of his grasp, and kicked off his thighs and chest, sending him reeling back as I flipped backward. Unwilling to be caught off guard again, I charged at him, and this time, it was my turn to deliver the punches.

I managed to hit him quite a few times before he began to retaliate, my eyes following his every move, trying to anticipate his next attack. He spun as he kicked, and I caught his kick, yanking him towards me as I gave him a high kick in the face. 

"You kick like a girl." He panted, returning to a ready position.

"I'll take that as a compliment," I replied, and he came charging at me again. As he came close to me, he leaped into the air, and even as I punched him, I stood no chance against his onslaught. "Oh shït." His legs wrapped around my neck, and he pulled me backward as he completed the move.

Knowing how the movement went, I kicked behind me at the very last second, hitting in the stomach, and the roll was incomplete. His balance lost, he flailed in the air as he neared the floor.

Unfortunately, even if I had stopped him from finishing the move, I was still being flipped onto my back, and he landed on top of me with his forearm against my neck. "I win."

"Please get off. You're sweaty." I gasped through heavy pants, suddenly aware of the fact that he was lying on top of me. "And you are fücking heavy."

He rolled off, and we were both left on the ground panting. "So are you. I'm only about... 46kg?"

"I'm only 42... That's heavier than me." I answered, hand on my stomach. "Oh hell, that hurt."

"You did a number on me too." He replied, his fingers pinching his nose. "I'm so glad you didn't break my nose."

"I'm disappointed that I didn't. A broken nose would be an improvement to your face." 

"At least I have eyebrows."

"Of course. You're obsessed with people with thick eyebrows. Including Cara Delevigne."

"Who told you I liked her?" He clasped his hand on top of his mouth the moment he said that. "Oh my fücking god. I didn't just say that out loud, did I?"

"Yes, you did." I laughed, but the laughs were interrupted by coughing as I tried to catch my breath. "And Jason told me. I think Anson helped me verify it as well."

"Snakes."

"Oh, I know a couple. Me probably included." I slowly made my way onto my feet, before briskly walking towards the weapons rank. "Fine. I'll admit. You fight well with your bare hands, probably because you did taekwondo or whatever before we even started this. But let's see how you do with weapons."