Kigo

30) Tangled Up in Green by Poetheather1

Chapter 30: What a Rash and Bloody Deed
Tangled Up In Green

Heather O'Malley

Kim Possible is owned by the Disney Corporation and they have no connection to this what so ever. These characters are used without their permission and include a plea not to be sued as I have no money.

A/N: Well, this posting takes me over 100k words, not counting this authors note. Thank you everyone for reading this so far and commenting on the story. It has been greatly appreciated. Enjoy this longer chapter.

What A Rash and Bloody Deed

The knife slashed down, looking to cut Kim's throat with a hooking motion to draw the blade across the jugular. The movement of the attack was reflected in the spoon Kim was purposefully using to eat her pasta bake, giving Kim enough warning of the attack so that she was able to roll away, avoiding the strike. She came to her feet settling naturally into a fighting stance, glaring at her opponent, fighting of the momentary vertigo that accompanied her whenever she stood up too quickly. Falling over right now would not be a very good idea at all and might be the last mistake she would ever make.

The woman who looked and sounded like Shego shifted her grip on the nine inch Chef's knife to a modified saber grip, the blade parallel to the ground, and moved carefully around the couches, towards the red head. Kim settled herself into her center better, bringing herself into the fighting frame of mind and clearing away as many thoughts as she could as her breathing slowed and deepened. Kim growled at the imposter, her green eyes hard, "Who the fuck are you?"

The woman who had conned her way into the Palace just smiled maliciously at the teen hero and moved closer; using a slide step that Kim recognized from several Japanese arts she was familiar with. That gave her a better understanding of what she could be facing as she knew the various strengths and weaknesses of those arts and it further confirmed that it wasn't Shego, who used mostly Chinese fighting styles like she did. Kim tried to move toward an area where she would have more room to maneuver like the hallway but the woman's advance was cutting her off, trying to limit the teen's ability to dodge about. This was not a good sign.

The fake Shego slid closer, getting into attack position, just outside Kim's reach, lunging and slashing as Kim used all of her training to dodge and side step the attacks, with occasional blocks that jarred her arm with the force of them. Her opponent was strong. Not as strong as Shego but more than she had expected. She shifted from hard blocks to the open handed cat hand blocking that slapped the attack off line. Her hand speed had increased some due to the silat and escrima training, which helped her to keep most of the knife strikes away from her. However, a twinge in her abdomen caused Kim to stutter a move and Shego's Chef's Knife slashed the meaty portion of her bicep somewhat deep. Kim winced while it burned and bled.

Before the false Shego could capitalize on that injury, Kim reached under the back of the bulky sweater and pulled free the pair of escrima sticks that her wife had gotten for her, ignoring the flare of pain, as blood trickled down her arm to her hand. The sudden appearance of the weapons surprised her opponent, who quickly became less aggressive, reassessing her whole plan of attack now that the odds were changed. The imposter shifted her blade grip a few times while thinking in what might be considered an impressive display of manual dexterity. It was all flash and didn't worry Kim in the least.

This slight pause in the woman's attack suited Kim, who was busy trying to figure out who the hell this was and give herself a better position to fight from, since position could mean a lot of things in a fight like this and was emphasized in both escrima and silat. The only person who made sense in this scenario was Camille Leon, but she hadn't been able to fight like this at all when Kim had tangled with her. Well, training could change about anything she figured, but if so this was a new development of the woman's skill set. Regardless, all of that didn't matter fundamentally at the moment. Keeping herself and her Muffin alive was all that really mattered right now. And now she was armed and dangerous, more than ready to deal with the woman. If only the bitch didn't look so much like her wife that it hurt to fight back. Kim knew that Shego would never hurt her but her eyes and ears were telling her that this imposter was her wife and it took everything she had to keep fighting for real and not drop into the rhythm they had developed in their sparring. To do so would be the end for her.