The Time Traveller: Reality of Fantasy

Chapter 8

RTT: Kidnapped

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Harien POV

Ouch.. my head is spinning..

Blink

Blink

This, where the hell am I?

I look around to see that I'm in forest?
I'm still wondering what happened when a guy pull me up then drag me.

What the hell your doing!- I struggled from this rough looking guy. He push me on the ground. I look around to see a people tied their hand on the back while few man in Black outfit guards them. They are varries from young  to old and the number is quit many. Infront of us was a masked guy in red walking passed one after another while a packed of men in Black behind him. What kind of play is this?.

The rough guy earlier take my hand at my back trying to tied me like the others. I fight back elbowing him when he let go I turned around and punched him. When he out balance I immediately jump on him and punch him in face which he trying to shield with his hand angle pushing me. But like a persistent angry child I refused and keep attacking.

Till two other guy stop me and drag kneeling on the ground.

I was breathing deep..

When I saw some kneel one legs infront of me. I look up to see his face raising my eyebrow seeing the masked red guy.

Who are you? And what might I been doing here held by these assholes?- he held my chin.
Such a fighter I like you- he whisper.
I have a boyfriend, sorry- that might be funny but no one react. 
I like you even more- he huskily whisper on my ear. This kidnapper going with my joke.  I just rolled my eyes.  He stood up then the two guy picking me up push me infront while the red mask guy walk toward a throne style bamboo seat with a table with few fruit. Such apples and grapes.

I wonder what am I going to do here in the center of the audience when a teenager guy push in the center. He's eyes are weary looking scared at the people me on the other side was thought kind of nervous but surprisingly my heart does not. Like the hell I'm kidnapped, and taken to this place no idea what going to happen but I'm still calm?.

Now begun the fight or else you will be headed- one of the black man command pulling of a sword?.

Fight? Oh is this kind of survival fight?

The guy seem frighten and attack me immediately but I run or dodge him. He follows me with punches.
Why the hell I'm running.
So I stop, thus he manage to land a punch on my face. Tsk I'm bleeding..
I gave him a sharp stare then we exchange punches, and kickes. As the fight goes on somehow my fighting skill become more better. I can dodge his attack and counter with much forceful impact even predicting his next move. It like everything  is in slow motion and impulse giving me information.

I know..  I was good in fight and battles on that dream.. but how? Slowly..
Little by little.. I feel like I been doing this for so long and my move is natural to my body?
Since when? 
I never trained nor learn any fighting skill.. but now..

Before I knew it, my opponent lying on the ground unconscious.

Did I really did this? I asked my self unbelieve to what just happened.. 
My thought occupied me that the next thing I knew I was tied up and line up like the other watching the second batch of fight between two middle age man.
Next is a girl vs a boy kid then another girl vs an elder. I watched silently, honestly it was a bit boring since it has no proper fight and they are very nosy by their cries of agony and shouting. The fight of two young man earlier is a little better exchanging punches, rumbling and kicking like in mix martial art. After the two boring performance the red mask guy order to put us in a small bamboo house.