Page 108 of Eternal
She’s fast, sharp, her fist comes at me like it’s on a mission to break something, probably my face, I dodge again, barely.Not bad.
I twist to the side, letting her foot swipe through thin air.
She's not quitting, she’s like a damn bulldog, her next kick is aimed for my chest, and I block it, catching her leg, her body feels like fire against my hand, and I can tell, she’s close to losing it.
“You're a killer?” she sneers, looking up at me through the mess of her hair. “Yes, you are… So why do you keep it soft?”
I know I’ve been fighting to attack my whole life, but my body refuses to hurt her too much.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“I don’t feel like killing you...yet.”
Her lip curls up in that wicked grin. “Funny. You're still holding back against me.”
Is she taunting me? I don’t know whether to punch her or kiss her.
Another punch, but this one’s wild, filled with rage. She’s losing control, she’s pissed, and I barely dodge it, but I’m getting tired of this, and I know I won’t hurt her.
Then I see it, the slight wince as she shifts her weight, favoring her left side.
The fucking injury.
I know it, I treated it, but I can’t let her see me show any sign of it.
I step back, deliberately, let her take another swing, knowing I’ll dodge it again.
“What’s wrong?” she hisses, voice sharp. “Can’t keep up?”
I don’t say a word, and just like that, she charges again, faster, sharper. She’s so fucking stubborn.
But she doesn’t know I can see every move coming. I’ve seen it all before, I trained with her; I fought with her. She swings again close enough that I can almost feel the burn of her fist against my face, but I lean back avoiding it by inches.
How does she still move like that? I mean, with a damn injury? She was trained to resist the pain and fight even if she bled.
Who the hell are you, partner?
She’s determined, though, every attack is cleaner than the last.
Another jab aimed for my head, I dodge, too slow, her fist grazes my cheek, and I feel the sting. Nice shot. Hope it won’t leave a mark cause in a few hours she’s gonna see me without that mask.
Her breath quickens, I can see it.
She’s getting frustrated that I’m still not answering her questions, and that’s when I do it, I push her enough to send her stumbling. But it’s not on purpose, I’m not hurting her, I’m trying to get her to think.
She hisses, eyes flashing. “Stop playing around.”
“I’m not playing.” I step back, keeping my distance.
I fucking don’t want to fight right now.
She stares at me, waiting for something, anything.
“Idiot,” she spits, wiping blood from her lip.
I don’t answer.
Instead, I circle around her, and I see her shift again, but she’s slower now. The injury’s taking a toll on her, she forced on it and even if it did heal a bit, it’s not enough.
