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couldn’t be ignored.
Marco just stared at him silently with a doubtful look, not even trying to argue. Skull advanced on him then, and Marco took a small step back.
“I’m not going if she’s in there,” he complained in a voice that sounded more like a whisper. “Why do I have to tell you this…?”
“So you’d rather die here than share a room with her?” Skull asked dubiously.
“Exactly,” Marco exhaled, then joked weakly, “And they say big guys are dumb…”
The last thing he remembered was Skull’s fist as it smashed into his face.
Chapter 11
Marco walked in the canteen, stood by the counter and looked around. The sky outside was stuffed with thick, violet clouds and threatened to burst open any moment, giving the place a grim, grayish cast which was unusual at this time in the afternoon. The few rays of weak sunshine that did manage to pierce the room with their shimmering yellow light illuminated the few fighters that occupied the tables.
He noticed Pain sitting alone at a table by the wall, poking slowly at her food with her good hand. Skull was eating near the window, his huge shoulders hunched over the table and a frown on his face, as if he were lost in thought. Marco looked over at the other fighters who glanced back at him warily. After what had happened in the training hall three weeks ago, they made even more of a point of avoiding him.
He grabbed some food and headed straight to Pain’s table, noticing how the others tensed, expecting trouble. Well, he deserved it.
Pain’s right arm was still in a sling, although her face looked as if nothing had happened. He guessed she was good at healing, but there had been some complications with the fracture.
She hadn’t said a single word to him since the fight. It got tiring eventually, but most of all he hated that he couldn’t get that fight out of his head, and that she had managed to cause him so much damage. It hadn’t stopped him from breaking her arm, but it had left him with two broken ribs, a concussion, and a number of bones broken in his foot. One more blow, and he would probably have been dead.
In the end, he had spent two weeks in the infirmary. His ribs hurt like hell, so he could barely move, and he was bored beyond belief. Being sick sucked when there was no one to care for you, he found out. At the end of the first week he had become so annoying that Doc had brought him a small TV. Marco spent another week watching ball games, but that was it. He couldn’t face it any more. Doc let him go, and although he wasn’t allowed to practice yet, he could at least walk. It was better to limp around the building than go insane, alone in his room.
He dropped his tray on the table and carefully lowered himself into the chair opposite Pain. She ignored him and stared in another direction, her eyes uncommonly expressionless.
“You don’t have to skip the practice because of your arm, you know,” he said, pointing at the arm with his chin as he took a mouthful of his potatoes.
Her look was sardonic when he raised his eyes to her again, but she didn’t say anything. She just pushed her tray away and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. Marco had known it wouldn’t be easy, so he wasn’t going to give up just yet.
“You should bandage it and try only using your feet,” he continued and saw her raise a hand, silencing him.
“First you break my arm, now you’re lecturing me,” she said flatly, “Stop.”
“I’m not lecturing you,” he bristled. “I’m just saying that you’re good with those feet. You don’t need your arms to fight.”
“If I’m good, I can afford a few weeks off,” she waved him away lazily, “Scram, Marco.”
“You stubborn little…” he began, then swallowed the rest of the sentence, gripping the chair under the table, “…annoying woman!”
That earned him a dubious look from her.
“Would you just listen for once??” he asked, and when she didn’t answer, he continued
Marco just stared at him silently with a doubtful look, not even trying to argue. Skull advanced on him then, and Marco took a small step back.
“I’m not going if she’s in there,” he complained in a voice that sounded more like a whisper. “Why do I have to tell you this…?”
“So you’d rather die here than share a room with her?” Skull asked dubiously.
“Exactly,” Marco exhaled, then joked weakly, “And they say big guys are dumb…”
The last thing he remembered was Skull’s fist as it smashed into his face.
Chapter 11
Marco walked in the canteen, stood by the counter and looked around. The sky outside was stuffed with thick, violet clouds and threatened to burst open any moment, giving the place a grim, grayish cast which was unusual at this time in the afternoon. The few rays of weak sunshine that did manage to pierce the room with their shimmering yellow light illuminated the few fighters that occupied the tables.
He noticed Pain sitting alone at a table by the wall, poking slowly at her food with her good hand. Skull was eating near the window, his huge shoulders hunched over the table and a frown on his face, as if he were lost in thought. Marco looked over at the other fighters who glanced back at him warily. After what had happened in the training hall three weeks ago, they made even more of a point of avoiding him.
He grabbed some food and headed straight to Pain’s table, noticing how the others tensed, expecting trouble. Well, he deserved it.
Pain’s right arm was still in a sling, although her face looked as if nothing had happened. He guessed she was good at healing, but there had been some complications with the fracture.
She hadn’t said a single word to him since the fight. It got tiring eventually, but most of all he hated that he couldn’t get that fight out of his head, and that she had managed to cause him so much damage. It hadn’t stopped him from breaking her arm, but it had left him with two broken ribs, a concussion, and a number of bones broken in his foot. One more blow, and he would probably have been dead.
In the end, he had spent two weeks in the infirmary. His ribs hurt like hell, so he could barely move, and he was bored beyond belief. Being sick sucked when there was no one to care for you, he found out. At the end of the first week he had become so annoying that Doc had brought him a small TV. Marco spent another week watching ball games, but that was it. He couldn’t face it any more. Doc let him go, and although he wasn’t allowed to practice yet, he could at least walk. It was better to limp around the building than go insane, alone in his room.
He dropped his tray on the table and carefully lowered himself into the chair opposite Pain. She ignored him and stared in another direction, her eyes uncommonly expressionless.
“You don’t have to skip the practice because of your arm, you know,” he said, pointing at the arm with his chin as he took a mouthful of his potatoes.
Her look was sardonic when he raised his eyes to her again, but she didn’t say anything. She just pushed her tray away and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. Marco had known it wouldn’t be easy, so he wasn’t going to give up just yet.
“You should bandage it and try only using your feet,” he continued and saw her raise a hand, silencing him.
“First you break my arm, now you’re lecturing me,” she said flatly, “Stop.”
“I’m not lecturing you,” he bristled. “I’m just saying that you’re good with those feet. You don’t need your arms to fight.”
“If I’m good, I can afford a few weeks off,” she waved him away lazily, “Scram, Marco.”
“You stubborn little…” he began, then swallowed the rest of the sentence, gripping the chair under the table, “…annoying woman!”
That earned him a dubious look from her.
“Would you just listen for once??” he asked, and when she didn’t answer, he continued
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