PLAYING DIRTY

ADAIRA

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I whirled with the full force of my anger, screaming with all the pain in my heart as my claws slashed across his face. But he stepped back a second before I could actually connect with his skin so my claws slashed uselessly in the space in front of his face instead of its intended target. How on earth was he so damn fast? I didn’t stop though, only an untrained warrior would do that, slowing down would just give your enemy an advantage. I let my body keep moving with the momentum of my first strike and used the force of it to deliver a kick. The obvious choice would have been a high kick to his jaw, and I knew he would anticipate that so when his quick reflex moved his upper body backward, I smirked. Unpredictability was a big advantage in a fight, especially one where I was so outmatched.

I changed the direction of my kick at the very last minute and he howled with pain as my foot moved lower and connected with his knee. Despite the force of that blow, he only staggered. A