Page 107 of Eternal
“You’re laughing?Fine.”
Before I can process her words, she lunges at me. I barely manage to sidestep her roundhouse kick, the wind from her foot grazing my cheek.
Damn, she’s fast.
I’ve faced a lot of fighters, but she’s something else entirely, her movements are unique, almost poetic and explosive at the same time.
I can see it now, she throws a punch that’s clearly Muay Thai, then transitions into a spinning back kick that screams taekwondo. It’s like she’s pulling from every martial art, and I’m trying to keep up.
I’m almost proud of her.
“Can you not fight?”
I dodge another punch, her fist whizzing past my face by mere inches. When her foot connects with my stomach, my breath catches for a second. Jesus, that’s a solid kick.
I can’t help but admire how effortlessly she mixes her strikes.
“Nice repertoire,” I say.
“Why are you simply dodging?” she snaps, breathless. “Are you afraid to hurt me?”
“I could kill you,” I retort, dodging again, but I can’t help but notice the way her eyes blaze with fury.
But then something shifts in her gaze. She’s... mad? “Fucking fight me like I’m worth it!” she screams, and the rasp in her voice sends a shiver down my spine.
She lunges at me, knife in hand, and I can’t resist the challenge.
My partner wants a fight? I’ll give her that.
I raise an eyebrow, letting the mask hide the small smile. “You want me to fight?” I chuckle. “Alright.”
I slow down, cracking my neck and dropping my guns to the floor. As she comes at me with fury, I sidestep and reach out, brushing my fingers against the injury on her abdomen.
We roll on the ground, and I feel the heat radiating off her skin. There’s something wrong about this, fighting her I can feel her hard breaths against me, the way her body moves with power and grace.
“Is this what you wanted?” I tease, my voice low as I catch her wrist, pinning it against the ground. I can sense her frustration.
“Get off me!” she says. I can’t help but smirk as I shift my weight, pressing my body closer to hers.
The tension is making my blood boil, and I’m obsessed with the way she fights, the way she pushes me, challenges me.
“C’mon, show me what you’re capable of,” I say. I’m not only fighting her; I’m drawn to her in a way I can’t understand yet.
In this chaotic moment, it’s hard to tell where the fight ends, and the attraction begins. She may want to take me down, but I can’t stop myself from wanting to know her better, to explore the wildness that lies beneath her cold and controlled exterior.
She’s not even breathing hard.
That cardio… kindahot.
“Not tired yet?” I mutter under my mask, not even trying to hide the sarcasm.
She shoots me a glare, eyes burning with fury. “You talk a lot.”
Another strike comes at my ribs, too quick. She’s fucking good. I lean back enough to let her fist graze my chest, close enough for me to feel it. She’s pissed, and I can’t blame her.
Her next move is a hard hook to the jaw.
And that’s when she really goes at me.
