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hold.
“I’ve got you right where I want you now, little Frosty,” he says.
I stop struggling. “Do you?” His hold is unbreakable for someone of my stature, but I’m not losing this fight. I give him a look I saw a whore use and raise my head to kiss him. My lips touch his. I don’t really have time to analyze it, but at some level I know it doesn’t feel the way Kedrick’s use to. It’s nice, but there’s nothing in the kiss apart from attraction.
He blinks and loosens his hold. I imagine no one has ever tried this on him in the pits before. The crowd is screaming. I thrust a palm up under his nose, hearing a satisfying crunch. As he moves to dodge towards empty space, my knee connects with the sensitive areas between his legs.
He falls to the ground and the men in the stands groan in empathy. I wait for him to stand up. He’s not grinning when he does.
I am.
I dart a look at his left leg, then I rush him, purposely glancing to the left again. Sure enough, he turns so his left side is away from me in the last second before I strike.
I kick out his right leg and he falls to the ground, legs splayed. I give him a right cross while he sits there, following the blow through with my full body weight, twisting my back leg to maximize the force of the hit.
Wrath grins at me as I saunter past. I imagine he’s happy to no longer be the only male beaten by a woman in Tricks’ barracks anymore. The others are a bit shocked, I think. In truth, I am too. The match was close. He wouldn’t fall for my deception twice. Still, I wink at the men as I go past. Let them think I’m the more skilled.
Shard claps me on the back as I throw myself down on the bench. The others cheer and whistle loudly. Avalanche brings over some clean rags and water. Apparently my face is bleeding. I don’t remember that hit.
“You just beat one of the best fighters in the comp!” Blizzard sings, bending down to grin right in my face. He literally sings it. It makes him look ridiculous. Completely ruins his image. His grin only grows when I tell him this.
Alzona will be ecstatic. We won all our matches. Blizzard went in the pit twice because he took down his first opponent in record time. He complained about the extra work, but I agree with Shard. If we aren’t exhausted from the first round, it makes sense to push on. But I worry what Alzona will do if she finds out he competed twice. I wouldn’t put it past her to start putting us in twice every week, regardless of the difficulty of the first fight.
Shard is a natural at organizing our matches, as I knew he would be. His personal experience in the pit gives him an edge Alzona can never achieve. Flurry said all the other barrack owners are ex-pit. If Alzona utilized Shard more often, our winning figures would soar.
We begin our journey back to the First with Tricks and his group. We pass many travelers heading back. It seems no one cares what the Watchmen see once the fun is over. I think it might be a way to let them know the pits still operate, despite their efforts to stop it. A quiet rebellion.
Sin has recovered from our fight and keeps touching the array of bruises marring his face, sighing. He tells everyone he’s in love. Our bout has been turned in his favor. The men think he’s great for securing a kiss in the pits. Like it was his idea. Secretly, I’m glad Sin made a joke of the whole situation. I think we could be friends once he realizes I won’t make children with him.
“There’s a sled. Look! It’s coming this way!” Ice calls from the front of the line.
I peer around Avalanche, my eyes straining. I’ve discovered wearing a veil my whole life has affected my vision. The others seem to be able to see much farther. I spot the sled, however, which is changing course toward our group. I squint and make out two figures on the sled. My heart quickens when I see their size. I don’t know many people this big. Only three really. One of them,
“I’ve got you right where I want you now, little Frosty,” he says.
I stop struggling. “Do you?” His hold is unbreakable for someone of my stature, but I’m not losing this fight. I give him a look I saw a whore use and raise my head to kiss him. My lips touch his. I don’t really have time to analyze it, but at some level I know it doesn’t feel the way Kedrick’s use to. It’s nice, but there’s nothing in the kiss apart from attraction.
He blinks and loosens his hold. I imagine no one has ever tried this on him in the pits before. The crowd is screaming. I thrust a palm up under his nose, hearing a satisfying crunch. As he moves to dodge towards empty space, my knee connects with the sensitive areas between his legs.
He falls to the ground and the men in the stands groan in empathy. I wait for him to stand up. He’s not grinning when he does.
I am.
I dart a look at his left leg, then I rush him, purposely glancing to the left again. Sure enough, he turns so his left side is away from me in the last second before I strike.
I kick out his right leg and he falls to the ground, legs splayed. I give him a right cross while he sits there, following the blow through with my full body weight, twisting my back leg to maximize the force of the hit.
Wrath grins at me as I saunter past. I imagine he’s happy to no longer be the only male beaten by a woman in Tricks’ barracks anymore. The others are a bit shocked, I think. In truth, I am too. The match was close. He wouldn’t fall for my deception twice. Still, I wink at the men as I go past. Let them think I’m the more skilled.
Shard claps me on the back as I throw myself down on the bench. The others cheer and whistle loudly. Avalanche brings over some clean rags and water. Apparently my face is bleeding. I don’t remember that hit.
“You just beat one of the best fighters in the comp!” Blizzard sings, bending down to grin right in my face. He literally sings it. It makes him look ridiculous. Completely ruins his image. His grin only grows when I tell him this.
Alzona will be ecstatic. We won all our matches. Blizzard went in the pit twice because he took down his first opponent in record time. He complained about the extra work, but I agree with Shard. If we aren’t exhausted from the first round, it makes sense to push on. But I worry what Alzona will do if she finds out he competed twice. I wouldn’t put it past her to start putting us in twice every week, regardless of the difficulty of the first fight.
Shard is a natural at organizing our matches, as I knew he would be. His personal experience in the pit gives him an edge Alzona can never achieve. Flurry said all the other barrack owners are ex-pit. If Alzona utilized Shard more often, our winning figures would soar.
We begin our journey back to the First with Tricks and his group. We pass many travelers heading back. It seems no one cares what the Watchmen see once the fun is over. I think it might be a way to let them know the pits still operate, despite their efforts to stop it. A quiet rebellion.
Sin has recovered from our fight and keeps touching the array of bruises marring his face, sighing. He tells everyone he’s in love. Our bout has been turned in his favor. The men think he’s great for securing a kiss in the pits. Like it was his idea. Secretly, I’m glad Sin made a joke of the whole situation. I think we could be friends once he realizes I won’t make children with him.
“There’s a sled. Look! It’s coming this way!” Ice calls from the front of the line.
I peer around Avalanche, my eyes straining. I’ve discovered wearing a veil my whole life has affected my vision. The others seem to be able to see much farther. I spot the sled, however, which is changing course toward our group. I squint and make out two figures on the sled. My heart quickens when I see their size. I don’t know many people this big. Only three really. One of them,
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