Read Online Sky Ghosts: Marco (Young Adult Urban Fantasy Adventure) (Sky Ghosts Series Book 1.5) by Alexandra Engellmann - Free Book Online
Authors: Alexandra Engellmann
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glance at Skull, who looked troubled. Marco’s stomach churned restlessly with worry: it was rare that he saw any emotions on Skull’s face. Was he expecting something bad?..
“Okay…” he heard Pain answer.
She shrugged, stepping back to give Jane, Brad, and their swords some space. Marco inhaled deeply, got up, and reached for his short sword, which had finally been returned a week ago.
“Hand-to-hand,” Peter objected right away.
Pain unbuckled the katana and laid it down on the bench beside Marco’s sword, frowning in Peter’s direction. The other fighters now paused and turned to watch Pain and Marco circle each other in the center of the room.
“Continue your practice!” Peter barked, startling a few of them.
There was no doubt now that he was in a bad mood. He obviously hadn’t been happy to learn what they’d been up to when he returned from his trip. But even with Peter watching them, it wasn’t practice that Marco had in mind. It was retaliation. He suspected that she would aim to make a mess of his face, so that everybody would see the results for days and know she was the one who did it, but Marco wasn’t going to let that happen. His goal was to inflict a heavy knockout.
He let her attack first, and as expected, she aimed for his head, but he caught her foot and jerked her to the side, trying to catch her in a headlock. She slipped out of his grasp at the last moment and backed off, but she wasn’t fast enough, as he managed to grab her jacket with his left hand. The next moment she jerked away with so much force that the leathery material broke, but he still managed to catch her in the eye with a right cross. It wasn’t a clean blow, but her eyebrow split, and he knew that she would only have one eye to keep track of his movements soon enough. Then he would take her down with a hook.
She attacked again, landing a series of blows to his ribs with her feet, avoiding his hands this time. Marco tried to block, but she was too fast, and she only needed to catch him in the head once to leave him dazed and barely able to defend himself. He shook his head and saw her lunging at him again, so he dodged, then grabbed her by the shoulders and sent her flying into a wall. By the time she’d flown back to him, trying to deliver a jab to his right eye, his head was clear enough and his arms obeyed him again. He blocked her blow and aimed a right hook at her side, but only encountered empty air as she jumped backward, then flew up and hit him in the head from above with her foot.
He knew she expected him to back off, and his vision was blurry, but a stubborn urge sent him upward instead. He couldn’t even see her clearly as he lunged after her, grabbed her feet, and brought her down flat on her side with enough momentum to knock the wind out of her. She gasped for air as he landed on her and swung his fist, but he was still feeling the effects of her previous blow, and instead, his fist connected with the floor as the room tilted before his eyes. His weakness must have been obvious, because a second later, Marco was on his back, and Pain’s fist was flying at his face. She managed to hit him twice before he caught her arm and twisted it, making her cry out, while his other hand kept a firm grip on her thigh so she couldn’t get up.
She snarled when she realized that she was trapped and resorted to hammering at his ribs as he kept twisting her right arm. But if she thought that his vulnerable position mattered, she was wrong. Her slight weight didn’t affect him as he jumped back to his feet, and since he was still gripping her arm and leg, he quickly hit her with his forehead. There was a satisfying snap, and she shook her head a few times to clear it, as Marco picked her up and smashed her against the floor again. Despite the strength of her shield, he expected her to lose focus, at least for a moment. But as he stood over her, she suddenly flew between his legs, never changing her horizontal
“Okay…” he heard Pain answer.
She shrugged, stepping back to give Jane, Brad, and their swords some space. Marco inhaled deeply, got up, and reached for his short sword, which had finally been returned a week ago.
“Hand-to-hand,” Peter objected right away.
Pain unbuckled the katana and laid it down on the bench beside Marco’s sword, frowning in Peter’s direction. The other fighters now paused and turned to watch Pain and Marco circle each other in the center of the room.
“Continue your practice!” Peter barked, startling a few of them.
There was no doubt now that he was in a bad mood. He obviously hadn’t been happy to learn what they’d been up to when he returned from his trip. But even with Peter watching them, it wasn’t practice that Marco had in mind. It was retaliation. He suspected that she would aim to make a mess of his face, so that everybody would see the results for days and know she was the one who did it, but Marco wasn’t going to let that happen. His goal was to inflict a heavy knockout.
He let her attack first, and as expected, she aimed for his head, but he caught her foot and jerked her to the side, trying to catch her in a headlock. She slipped out of his grasp at the last moment and backed off, but she wasn’t fast enough, as he managed to grab her jacket with his left hand. The next moment she jerked away with so much force that the leathery material broke, but he still managed to catch her in the eye with a right cross. It wasn’t a clean blow, but her eyebrow split, and he knew that she would only have one eye to keep track of his movements soon enough. Then he would take her down with a hook.
She attacked again, landing a series of blows to his ribs with her feet, avoiding his hands this time. Marco tried to block, but she was too fast, and she only needed to catch him in the head once to leave him dazed and barely able to defend himself. He shook his head and saw her lunging at him again, so he dodged, then grabbed her by the shoulders and sent her flying into a wall. By the time she’d flown back to him, trying to deliver a jab to his right eye, his head was clear enough and his arms obeyed him again. He blocked her blow and aimed a right hook at her side, but only encountered empty air as she jumped backward, then flew up and hit him in the head from above with her foot.
He knew she expected him to back off, and his vision was blurry, but a stubborn urge sent him upward instead. He couldn’t even see her clearly as he lunged after her, grabbed her feet, and brought her down flat on her side with enough momentum to knock the wind out of her. She gasped for air as he landed on her and swung his fist, but he was still feeling the effects of her previous blow, and instead, his fist connected with the floor as the room tilted before his eyes. His weakness must have been obvious, because a second later, Marco was on his back, and Pain’s fist was flying at his face. She managed to hit him twice before he caught her arm and twisted it, making her cry out, while his other hand kept a firm grip on her thigh so she couldn’t get up.
She snarled when she realized that she was trapped and resorted to hammering at his ribs as he kept twisting her right arm. But if she thought that his vulnerable position mattered, she was wrong. Her slight weight didn’t affect him as he jumped back to his feet, and since he was still gripping her arm and leg, he quickly hit her with his forehead. There was a satisfying snap, and she shook her head a few times to clear it, as Marco picked her up and smashed her against the floor again. Despite the strength of her shield, he expected her to lose focus, at least for a moment. But as he stood over her, she suddenly flew between his legs, never changing her horizontal
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