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nothing he did phased the Agent Smiths but he could handle it because he was so well prepared. And, I was well prepared, so the fight felt like a dance I had practiced time and again and memorized until it was second nature to me. It was easy. They kept coming at me and I kept giving them everything I could.
We were all bloody and sweaty and probably would be in a lot of pain after the adrenaline left but we all kept at it, four against two, and Braith and I were doing pretty damn well. I didn’t even worry about my skirt flying up - I had remembered to wear those little shorts (who was laughing then, Allie!) under the skirt so I was free to move with the fluidity I had been taught. But, all the time I kept thinking that it wasn’t right. That fight couldn’t have been real. I had to be a dream or something. I felt bones break beneath my punches and kicks and I know I snapped a few arms and cracked some knee caps and blood sprayed over my dress when I broke someone’s jaw, but they never seeming phased. They kept coming and never slowed.
Now, I can’t tell you what exactly was happening around us at the party. I was way too focused on my opponents to really care about my guests but, the music had stopped and people screamed and yelled. No one tried to stop the fight, I suppose because it looked really bad. I didn’t blame them: it was bad. People were running for the doors and the lights flicked on.
Suddenly, Heike came out of nowhere and delivered a blow to one of the guys who was about to attack me and, just like that, the fight was over. “Stop,” his voice boomed and reverberated across the hall. It was all he needed to say, because I got the feeling that no one disobeyed Heike when his voice sounded like that, roaring and reverberating throughout every point of a person's body. His eyes, clear blue-grey like crystal, burned into Micah. If I didn’t know who his anger was directed towards, I would be terrified.
There were still a few stragglers from the party and they immediately ran. Like, zoomed out of the hall. Heike didn’t even glance their way. When they had gone, my papá came in and hugged me.
“Are you okay?” he whispered. I nodded. I was too overwhelmed and to speak. My body was shaking from the adrenaline and my heart was pounding.
I’m proud of being this well-trained a fighter and I’m proud of the muscles I have worked on for my entire life. I’m proud that I have learned intricate defensive moves as well as some pretty fatal offensive ones. Even during a friendly sparring match I had accidentally broken my partner’s ribs.
But, Micah and his friends looked no different than they had before the fight - even their styled hair wasn’t messed up. They look like they had been strolling through a park or something.
I was stunned. I felt their bones break. I still had their blood on my knuckles and, I looked down to make sure, but it was also sprayed on the front of my dress. I knew I split at least one of their lips and knocked a tooth out – I felt it fly at my leg – but there was nothing to show for that. They literally had not one wound, not one broken bone or bruise. Only Leather Boy had a red welt and long laceration on his jaw. It was the only evidence of a fight and, I thought I was going crazy, but even as I stared at it, it faded and disappeared.
“Are there more of you?” Heike asked Micah. He grabbed Micah’s jacket collar and pulled him close. “Answer me and maybe I’ll let you live,” he spat into Micah’s face.
“Nah, we’re just a present for your kid,” Micah mumbled.
“Who sent you?” Heike growled. Micah set his jaw and refused to answer. “Who sent you?” Heike held Micah close so only his toes touched the floor. Micah swallowed hard and his face paled. I didn't know what Heike could do, but I was sure it was not going to be pleasant for Micah and his friends.
“Wait, wait, Heinrich,” my papá warned. He put his
We were all bloody and sweaty and probably would be in a lot of pain after the adrenaline left but we all kept at it, four against two, and Braith and I were doing pretty damn well. I didn’t even worry about my skirt flying up - I had remembered to wear those little shorts (who was laughing then, Allie!) under the skirt so I was free to move with the fluidity I had been taught. But, all the time I kept thinking that it wasn’t right. That fight couldn’t have been real. I had to be a dream or something. I felt bones break beneath my punches and kicks and I know I snapped a few arms and cracked some knee caps and blood sprayed over my dress when I broke someone’s jaw, but they never seeming phased. They kept coming and never slowed.
Now, I can’t tell you what exactly was happening around us at the party. I was way too focused on my opponents to really care about my guests but, the music had stopped and people screamed and yelled. No one tried to stop the fight, I suppose because it looked really bad. I didn’t blame them: it was bad. People were running for the doors and the lights flicked on.
Suddenly, Heike came out of nowhere and delivered a blow to one of the guys who was about to attack me and, just like that, the fight was over. “Stop,” his voice boomed and reverberated across the hall. It was all he needed to say, because I got the feeling that no one disobeyed Heike when his voice sounded like that, roaring and reverberating throughout every point of a person's body. His eyes, clear blue-grey like crystal, burned into Micah. If I didn’t know who his anger was directed towards, I would be terrified.
There were still a few stragglers from the party and they immediately ran. Like, zoomed out of the hall. Heike didn’t even glance their way. When they had gone, my papá came in and hugged me.
“Are you okay?” he whispered. I nodded. I was too overwhelmed and to speak. My body was shaking from the adrenaline and my heart was pounding.
I’m proud of being this well-trained a fighter and I’m proud of the muscles I have worked on for my entire life. I’m proud that I have learned intricate defensive moves as well as some pretty fatal offensive ones. Even during a friendly sparring match I had accidentally broken my partner’s ribs.
But, Micah and his friends looked no different than they had before the fight - even their styled hair wasn’t messed up. They look like they had been strolling through a park or something.
I was stunned. I felt their bones break. I still had their blood on my knuckles and, I looked down to make sure, but it was also sprayed on the front of my dress. I knew I split at least one of their lips and knocked a tooth out – I felt it fly at my leg – but there was nothing to show for that. They literally had not one wound, not one broken bone or bruise. Only Leather Boy had a red welt and long laceration on his jaw. It was the only evidence of a fight and, I thought I was going crazy, but even as I stared at it, it faded and disappeared.
“Are there more of you?” Heike asked Micah. He grabbed Micah’s jacket collar and pulled him close. “Answer me and maybe I’ll let you live,” he spat into Micah’s face.
“Nah, we’re just a present for your kid,” Micah mumbled.
“Who sent you?” Heike growled. Micah set his jaw and refused to answer. “Who sent you?” Heike held Micah close so only his toes touched the floor. Micah swallowed hard and his face paled. I didn't know what Heike could do, but I was sure it was not going to be pleasant for Micah and his friends.
“Wait, wait, Heinrich,” my papá warned. He put his
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