Kestrel is always the strong one. She's smart and fast and knows how to protect her friends. She's ruthless and has no problem putting men in their place in her line of work. She's never lost a fight. Until she does.
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Jordy took the first swing with his left hand, and aimed for my face like the bastard he was. I could hear plenty of people cheering his name, but it seemed like most people were cheering from the excitement of the fight itself.
I laughed a little and dodged him, while shock rained down on his face. I spun out of reach of his fists, flipping around and kicking him as hard as I could in the chest. He went sprawling onto his ass, still completely surprised.
I glanced over to the sideline, waiting for Jordy to get up, to see Louis standing with his fingers curled against his mouth, hiding a smile. The people cheering Jordy's name had stopped and many were whispering to each other while pointing and staring at me.
"What the fuck?" Jordy stammered, climbing to his feet. He looked angry now, glaring at me for making a fool out of him. He sank into his fighting stance, tensing his biceps for a hard punch. I smiled, he was making this easy. The more weight he threw into his punches, the easier it would be for me to throw him off balance.
He swung hard again, this time with his right, throwing all of his weight into his punch. I snapped my hand out, smacking his wrist to the side like it weighed nothing, and sent him stumbling to the side. He regained his balance with a growl, and charged at me full on. There were no rules in gang fist fights other than the no weapons rule. They were over when a man was down and didn't get up in ten seconds. So when Jordy threw all of his weight at me, reaching forward with his arms, I waited until the last second before snaking my arm out between his, grabbing his hair and yanking it downward so he landed face first on the wet sewer concrete.
Laughs echoed up the cavern walls as everyone watched Jordy on the floor. He lifted himself up from the floor again, with a red face and broken nose. I had humiliated him, but he wasn't ready to stay down just yet.
I was getting bored of this fight. I kicked Jordy's legs out from under him and grabbed his hair while he fell to his knees. I wanted to see Louis's reaction, so I ended it swiftly by snapping my right knee forward, feeling Jordy's nose splinter and break under my force when he fell. This time, he stayed down.
The entire cavern was dead silent for a few seconds, then it erupted like a firecracker with cheering. I smirked and bowed lightly, looking for my leather jacket that I had set down. I nearly panicked, when I couldn't see it on the dry patch of floor where I had set it, thinking someone had stolen it. Then I noticed Louis, standing surrounded by several tall muscled men, holding my red jacket. I recognized one of them as Liam, but I didn't know the other two. Was one of them H who he had texted about earlier? I also wondered why it didn't smell down here, I mean we were underground. I wondered if it was because it was more of a cavern than a sewer.
Louis turned to face me as I approached, a smirk of approval playing across his lips, and I couldn't help bur feel a tiny bit proud of myself. He held my jacket out to me, and wordlessly I took it, returning his smile.
"Amazing fight," one of the two men said to me in a thick Irish accent, "and nice job hitting this idiot." He added, gesturing to Liam. He had light brown hair and bright blue eyes, he wasn't tall, though he looked plenty tall next to Louis.
"Thanks." I smiled at him, he seemed nice, goofy even.
The other man was much taller than, Louis, Liam, or the Irishman. He was at least six feet, with thick brown curls, and bright green eyes. He was laced in tattoos like Louis and Liam. I kept smiling, trying not to make a face of shock as I looked at Louis and his friends. The four of them were all heartbreakingly beautiful. I had known Louis was gorgeous, but I wasn't expecting his friends to be just as attractive as him. They all had brown hair, though and carried the same smiles, though Louis seemed much sadder than the other three, and I couldn't pinpoint why.
"Kestrel, this is Niall and Harry." Liam said, introducing me to the Irishman and the tall Englishman who still hadn't said a word.
"Nice to meet you both," I nodded, feeling a bit silly as the only one of the group with an American accent.
"Someone else should go up and fight, I want a show," Niall complained.
Someone walked by and handed Liam a bottle of tequila, which he grabbed and took a few swigs before handing it to Harry.
"Yeah what about you, Tommo?" Liam agreed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Louis rolled his eyes, and said nothing, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Don't be a pussy, Lou." Niall nudged him with his shoulder.
I smirked at Louis, trying to egg him on but not wanting to seem to forceful and reveal how badly I wanted to see him fight again. The speed with which he had moved in his last fight was incredible. He was his own force of nature. It was intoxicating to watch and I wanted to badly to see it again.
"Fine," Louis grumbled, and I struggled to contain the massive smile that threatened to erupt over my face.
"Tommo's got a fight!" Someone near us shouted, as Harry, Liam, Niall, and I followed Louis to the center of the room.
Louis didn't even have to call for an opponent. A giant man that looked to be nearly twice his size was standing shirtless with a large crowd of people around him. Louis shrugged off his leather jacket so his toned back was exposed and tossed it to Liam.
The entire cavern went silent, all eyes on Louis as he sunk into a crouch, fists up.
"FIGHT!" Liam shouted next to me.
As soon as the word had left Liam's lips, Louis was a blur. He spun and ducked, getting three hits in before the burly man could even get one. It was hard to watch without starring open mouthed. He was incredible. The burly man managed to get in one hit to Louis's rib cage, but from the way he moved, it looked like he didn't even feel it.
"Attaboy Lou." I heard Harry mutter on my other side.
Louis spun again, planting his feet and grabbing the other man by the back of his neck behind his head. There was a wet slap as Louis flipped the bigger man over his back and into the puddle at his feet. The man did not get up.
