Confessions of a Wanton

43 Fight like a Man

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🎶 Honor : Atreyu 🎶

Charlotte:

You'd think with the way the man was built he'd be slower. Musculature would hold him back from fighting fluidly.

You'd be wrong.

He moved with the grace of a dancer, light on his feet, movements languid as he stalked a little closer.

I'd been right when I predicted how strong he was. The energy flowed off of him in waves. Elemental heat flowed from his body nearly detectable by the naked eye.

I found my center. Preparing.

I almost didn't see him coming even staring straight at him.

He was faster than I anticipated.

Adrenaline rushes through my body, spurring me at the last second to dodge his fist that had been aimed for my face.

He's not going to hold back.

Good.

I used the momentum of my escape to hook a leg around his ankle. I wouldn't have gotten him to move otherwise. He's big for sure but he's heavier than anticipated.

His hands met the ground in a push-up motion. Going down before springing back up onto his feet.

He turned to me, a calculating look in his eyes.

Then he did something I didn't know was possible.

His hands changed. Fur flowed over them and sharp black claws poured out the ends.

I cocked my head.

So fucking cool.

I smiled.

Our audience gasped.

He was on me again before I could blink.

I used my arms to block the blows, careful to avoid the dangerous looking claws.

First blood and I'm out.

Point yet to be proven.

So I got serious.

A series of kicks to his torso and legs made him stumble back slightly.

He reached out to grab my ankle, hand squeezing as I stood, one leg on the ground the other in a vice like grip.

I feigned moving away making his grip tighten, posture rigid.

I grinned.

It widened as I Decked him in the face, His head shot back with the force of it.

He tried to return the favor, anger glittering in his eyes, missing my face by mere inches.

I used his own strength as momentum, the one arm holding me upright, as I pick up the rest of my body from the ground. My other leg swung up and kicked him square in the jaw.

I heard the intake of breath as he let go of my ankle and stumbled back.

I rolled backwards as I hit the ground. Ending on my feet in a crouching position. Staring up at him.

Would he do it?

He did.

He stared at me.

Eyes opened wide in disbelief.

Then he smiled.

Spitting out the blood and the tooth Id knocked out.

I'm glad it was only a molar. He has a killer smile.