Chapter 2

"Urrhh!"

He moaned in pain, as he crouched up from the floor. He wiped off the trail of blood trickling from the corner of his lips. His back throbbed with pain, but the pain was inequivalent to the pain he felt from the left side of his rib, which bore the full brunt of the malignant kick. A normal human should have passed out and probably have some bones broken from the onslaught he just received, but he wasn’t just some normal human. The hellish and gruesome training he received since he was a toddler had strengthened and toughed every flesh, tendon, muscle and bone in his body to an insane and exaggerated degree. But still, he was lucky he didn’t smash head first into the pillar. That would have been a different story altogether, because at the speed in which he was hurled across the hall, the best outcome, if he had smashed head first into the pillar, would have been suffering a concussion. Anything worse off than a concussion, then he might-

He vigorously shook his head as he didn’t want to continue down that train of thought. Feeling the pain subside a little, he struggled to stand using the pillar, in which he bashed into, to support himself up. He bent his body backwards to stretch out his backbone, which made a ‘crack crack’ sound, alleviating the pain on his back a little.

“Yeah, that’s better.” He whispered in slight satisfaction from the relieve he received. “Now, where is that dagger?”

He searched for a little while and found his dagger, lying on the floor some few inches away from his current location and he strode forward to flick it up.

“Urhh!”

The loud, painful moan of his sister resounded through the spacious hall causing him to stare towards where the action was taking place. His sister was barely holding her own against the malicious attacks raining down upon her, as she was mostly on the defensive. The opponent wasn’t giving her a single second to breathe, as she, the opponent, kept coming at her with insanely rapid and fast paced combinations of kicks and punches, which kept her on her toes. His sister could barely dodge and defend herself properly, talk less of having the chance to hit a counter. He knew clearly that if he didn’t rush over to his sister’s side to aid her, it would only be a matter of time before she would tire out and the consequences would be dire.

“Damn, this woman is a monster.” He mumbled to himself. He was beginning to regret the decision of giving his assent to pick an actual fight with this monstrous woman. This fight was his sister’s crazy idea to begin with and in order not to seem like a weakling, he stupidly agreed and decided to join in too. And now what has been the result so far? The fight hadn’t even progressed for close to two minutes and they were already having their asses handed to them. He was even almost knocked out just at the start. What was the point of fighting a battle you know deep within yourself you have zero chance of survival, much less talk about winning? Wasn’t that just madness and pure idiocy?

“Fuuuu.”

He let loose a breath of hot air from his mouth, clearing all distracting thoughts from his head, as he clutched the dagger in his hand tighter. There was no way he could back out now since the fight had already begun. Besides, he and his sister were a crazy pair of sick, *** fighters who had a lot of faith in each other’s combat abilities. There might actually be a slim chance of coming out victorious, if things were to go right for them. That’s all he had to believe in right now. He had to believe that luck would actually be on their side.

With that in mind, he mustered up enough courage and dashed full speed ahead towards his opponent’s location. In only a matter of seconds, he reached his destination, which was the opponent’s blind spot, who was already preoccupied with handling his sister and he swiftly swung at her with his dagger, which he held in reverse grip, aiming for her neck. The opponent, however, was very much aware and conscious of his arrival, as she arched her body backwards with the intention of ducking the attack. He grinned slyly, as he abruptly stopped his motion. The attack was a feint meant to throw her off balance and it worked perfectly. He came at her for real, this time around, with a fierce kick to the left side of her rib. The move the opponent used on him not too long ago.

Ddduucckk!!

The kick didn’t connect with the intended target, as opponent parried with her left arm, deflecting his kick away. Although his kick was parried off, he wasn’t flustered. Instead, the grin etched on his face grew even wider. His plan was coming to fruition. He was just the distraction.

Kkpppaaa!!!

His sister’s fist connected squarely on the opponent’s face, causing her, the opponent, to totter backwards like a drunken fellow, almost losing her balance. Then, his killer instinct kicked in immediately. Sensing a rare opportunity in which he couldn’t miss, he launched himself towards the opponent, who was still off balance, and swiftly swept his dagger horizontally with all the speed he could muster towards the left side of her neck. This time around not as a feint, but as a killer move meant to end the fight. He believed with no doubt in his mind, that there was no way the opponent would be able to duck the attack, no matter how sharp her reflexes were. But he was dead wrong, for just at the very last second, the opponent, though flustered, slightly arched her neck backwards, dodging his onslaught before retreating a great distance backwards rapidly.

He abruptly stopped in his tracks, not giving pursuit to the opponent. He couldn’t hide the look of flusteration that instantly emerged on his face. What the hell kind of reflexes was that? He was so sure that he had her cornered like a rat and he didn’t expect such cat-like reflexes from her. He was a hundred percent positive that if it were him in such a situation, he would have been a goner by now, for there was no way in hell he could perform such a feat.

Drip, drip

The soft sound of drops of a liquid substance dripping onto the floor beside him, didn’t escape his sharp senses. He traced the sound to his dagger, only to find, to his surprise, that the liquid was actually blood. The blood of his opponent. The sly grin from earlier replaced the look of flustration that was plastered on his face. It appeared to seem that the dagger slightly nicked the opponent before she fully ducked. He turned to stare at his opponent, only to find his opponent glaring menacingly back at him with a hideous frown etched on her face. Her dainty hand was placed on the area of the cut, as blood trickled down her neck onto her black tank top. She had the upper hand right from the beginning of the fight, but in the blink of an eye, the roles were reversed and she had to retreat for safety.

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