3Welcome to Bella's Story! I'll be your author for today! As I said in the description, this is a side-story of my friend's own Secret Life of the Apprentice fic. Read and review or else I'll explode! AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I EXPLODE, DON'T YOU? HUH?
Damn it, I thought angrily, stop bloody MOVING!
My thoughts were, of course, directed at my opponent, the fox in front of me. She was too damn fast for any of my punches to land, and it was pissing me off. Her name was Z. I had no real way of knowing whether that was her real name or anything, but I called her Z, so Z she was. As a cat, I should have been faster but admittedly, I had been lazy with my training.
Unfortunately, my lack of training was taking its toll on my performance. I was slow. She was fast. I decided, then and there, that I was either going to drop out of fighting entirely, or train more until I was as good as she was. As the former was of course unthinkable, I chose the latter and hoped it had gotten easier in the time I had left it. Also I just wanted a brush-up in case we ever had to fight again which, truthfully, would probably happen soon enough.
Z went with a swipe towards my head, and I turned in time to cop a hit to the ear instead of a smash in the nose. Probably a wise choice.
I retaliated with a feint that made her cover her eyes with a paw in defense, and in the split second her vision was obscured I went low, kicking around her ankles. Z growled and stumbled, but refused to bloody fall. She kicked at my stomach and I fell back, rolling just as she threw the knife. It thudded into the ground just where my heart would have been 10 seconds ago. I glared.
"A fucking KNIFE? What the hell!" I shouted. Z just grinned and moved in. I flung myself up and bared my teeth. Unsheathing my claws, I flew at her. Being a cat, I had the better jumping ability.
"REVENGE!" I screamed, aiming for the face. She moved and I hit the ground, rolling into a crouching position. The thing Z didn't realize was, what she thought was just a clear nail polish on my claws was actually a type of weak poison, designed to act much the same as lemon juice, but more concentrated. Burn a hell of a lot, but not kill. I missed as she sidestepped but I swiped at her arm, leaving a small cut. There was a faint sizzling sound that we only heard because of our acute hearing. Z grabbed at her arm, shooting daggers with her eyes as she glared at me.
"Hey," I reasoned, "You use knives, I'm gonna use poisons."
"Yeah, but I didn't HIT you." She spat.
"You came close enough!" I bristled. "This ain't supposed to be goddamn lethal. KNIVES ARE lethal. IRRITANTS aren't."
I swear, if looks could kill I would have dropped dead and my corpse would have probably burst into flame. She probably would have gone again, and I would have too, but at that point the door to the training area opened and Alyx came in. She stared at the two of us, still staring each other down.
Every chapter will probably still be short as I'm only just getting used to HTF and I've really not gotten comfortable with my storyline because THERE IS NONE WAHAHAHA! Read and please, please, please for the love of cookie dough review.