War of Hearts II // Logan Howlett

Chapter 7

I jumped into the cage, and I could hear the crowd screaming for blood. Their thirst would go unquenched. The Boulder faced me, his eyes beady. I stood leisurely, blowing Jay a kiss as he ran off of the ring. He winked, locking the two of us in.

"They throw a little bunny like you in here? I'll be skinning you before he even tells us to start!" Boulder roared, crushing his knuckles. I rolled my ankles, inspecting his size.

His left arm was slightly larger than his right, the tendons firmer in his wrist. He stepped forward first with his left foot, a form that was irregular and hard to trace. That could have been the reason no one could beat him. There was nothing I could grab onto, no hair or clothing, his shorts pressed as closely to his skin as my own.

"Let's test that theory," I smirked, walking. We circled each other, causing the tension in the crowd to surge, everyone screaming for some sort of action.

Boulder was the first to rush forward, his left hand flying forward. I dropped immediately to my knees, his fist crashing into the fence behind me. I landed a quick punch to his groin, rolling around from between his legs and the wall.

I could hear the older customers scream, most happy with their choice in bets. A hush fell over the young crowd, surprised and shocked. I was quickly back on my feet, my kick aimed to the small of the Boulder's back.

He stumbled face first into the wire, a roar erupting from him. He spun around, face blood red and furious. I smiled innocently, wiggling my fingers at him in a waving motion. He ran towards me, faking a punch. I moved my arm up to block, a small downfall on my part.

He grabbed my wrist, other hand rushing to lock out my elbow. My eyes widened temporarily. The audience was back at full blood lust, screaming for broken bones.

The Boulder spun me around, slamming me into the fence. I felt my lip split, and I switched out of Logan's power. No healing. Besides, this guy wasn't life threatening. I pressed my free hand into the fence, feet climbing up below me. I ran up the wall, pushing my body weight into the man who held me up unintentionally.

I twisted around, my thighs wrapping around his head. I brought my free elbow down onto his head, right onto the softest part of the skull.

He released my other arm, hands reaching for my sides. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of my waist, trying to pull me off. I threw my weight forward, rolling to the ground. The Boulder fell backwards, momentum causing his body to fly over mine and slam into the ground.

The crowd screamed, most cries for the Boulder to get back up. I scrambled off of him, breathing heavy. I glanced around, flashing a grin to Jay who stood off to the side, counting the money we were about to make.

The Boulder laid there, blood pooling around him. I frowned, treading closer. I lightly kicked his face to the side and sighed.

I'd had my leg wrapped around his head, the fall causing my leg to perform a nutcracker of sorts. His nose was broken, shoved up and into his skull. I wouldn't be surprised if the pain itself caused him to pass out.

Jay wasted no time rushing back into the ring, announcing me as the winner. The regulars screamed with delight, the newbies groaning from the loss. Jay grabbed my hand, raising it high, grins on both of our faces.

The security guards returned to drag the Boulder off of the stage, one checking his pulse before continuing. I smirked, Jay allowing my hand to drop. He announced my next fight, some little weasel of a man named Snake.

With a wink, Jay escaped to the table, once again taking bets. The younger ones were more careful this time, thinking through the fighters. I heard a few catcalls from the regulars and I flashed a smile.