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“Three. Two. One. START!” Viktor raised his arm up to signal the start of the match and holy fucking shit. My body went from calm to goosebump-riddled because the shift in the air alone made me feel like my life was threatened.
Viktor and Niko must have sensed it too because Viktor’s hand remained up high with his eyes wide while Niko paused in his sketch and those hollow eyes blared to life to give him a dose of vision.
I couldn’t bother trying to figure out my odds because Milo was already moving, and he was fucking fast.
My leg was already up and blocking his first attack before I pushed him back with my left calf and lowered it, only to spin and try to get a high kick in. He avoided it with ease by leaning back - something I wished for him to do - his body leaning forward and going straight into defense as my assault of punches greeted him head-on.
My punches were swift and matched with my power, forcing him to move back a few steps as I only increased my speed. My advantage had always been my speed, but against someone as equally fast -or potentially faster -I had to get him down quickly if I didn’t want draw this out.
The longer this match becomes, the harder it’s going to be to take Milo down.
He took my punches like a pro. Each hit bruised him and yet his expression was locked in an emotionless stare. He was observing-calculating my every movement -and that wasn’t good in the slightest.
I had to think outside of the box if I wanted the upper advantage.
With a final punch, I pushed off the ground to make some distance between us - the two of us beginning to sidestep in a circle as if this were a ring where we were preparing to go ruthlessly at one another.
I was attempting to figure out where he got his training from, but from the glimpse of confessions of what he and Loki dealt with in the Vile Bitch’s clutches, he could have learned these tactics during his time in captivity.
Which meant he didn’t fight for show. He fought for survival.
Milo finally made his next move, and I immediately had to go into defense as he originally made me think he was going to punch me, but his leg rose upward at the last second and slapped downward.
I dropped to my knees and raised my crossed arms to endure the impact of the brutal move, and man, did it fucking hurt. If my body wasn’t used to the brutal force, I would have broken my forearm.
He was already lifting his leg once more to do a second plummeting attack, but I moved my arms and leaned completely back so I was now pressed against the floor. My bent legs further, spread in time for his feet to slam into the floor.
He actually seemed impressed by that while I managed to smirk and huff, “The benefit of being female.”
“Right,” he responded but his voice was stoic.
He’s definitely in some sort of mode.
A mode that kept him alive when he was forced to fight his own captured peers who probably died at his hands. With what we knew about the Vile Bitch’s torture tactics, he surely had to put on a show to get her grace in that moment.
He decided to try to launch at me, knowing his weight would be double than mine. I quickly used my flexibility to my advantage as my hands went behind me upon the surface of the floor and lifted me up into a handstand position before I pushed off and did another two backflips to give more distance.
It didn’t stop Milo from trying again as he landed on all fours and pounced like he was in wolf form to tackle me as I landed from my second backflip. We went flying further back, but before he could try to lock his arms around me, I had my legs around his waist and bent backward just as we were about to land. My hands caught the floor’s surface before I used my lower body strength to speed up Milo’s descent into the ground.
He had to have sensed it because he mimicked the second part of my move which forced him to lift the weight of both of us. If I didn’t unhinge myself from him, he’d either take the slam of the fall and turn us so I’d be pinned beneath him or push off the floor to try to fling me off.
Releasing my hold, I used his chest as a platform. I quickly pulled my legs up and pushed off him like he’d become my lily pad and I was attempting to sail over the invisible lava like that classic Frogger game.
The moment I landed on the ground, I ran forward, feeling his racing approach. I headed straight for the wall, my feet pushing off the ground and launching me onto the wall where I used every bit of my strength to leap from side to side with one foot. I took a swift climb upward before pushing off it entirely and flipping in the air just as Milo tried to launch himself onto the wall and mimic my climb.
He didn’t reach the third step as I descended and caught onto his shoulders and let my body weight double like dead weight. He cursed, unable to recover from the slip of his feet, but instead of riding the fall with him and attempting to choke him, I once against used him as a platform and used my core strength to help me lift my lower half upward like Milo had become a gymnastic beam and his shoulders were my balanced platform.
It was only for a second as I used all my strength to further push him downward and leverage myself upward once more, so that my back was now parallel to the wall. I watched gravity take its course, but I knew I’d be subjected to the same force as my body began to descend quickly.
I managed to flip one more time before I landed on the ground, but there was no moment’s grace as Milo managed to recover far too quickly and was about to punch me right in the face.
“This is annoying.”
I wasn’t expecting Bria’s energy to hurdle through my senses, but the sudden spike in vigor sent me crouching downward to avoid Milo’s punch before a growl ripped through my throat just as I tackled him with enough force to send us flying into the floor.
Suddenly, everything was moving in a blur - our punches, our blocks, the world was nothing but a void in comparison to our two bodies. I reacted on instinct, my senses on fire while my mental focus was fleeting.
This needed to be as quick as possible because this triggered mode wouldn’t last as long as Bria or I would like. I started to strain after a minute of our manic fighting style, but I was far too close range to try to back out now.
