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With quick reflexes, I jumped back, dropped the mace and grabbed his arm as the hit missed. Not wanting to give him a moment to comprehend the situation and squirm away, I grabbed tight to the limb and used it to swing him into the wall. I heard him grunt as he made contact. Moving quickly behind him and grabbed a handful of hair. All of a sudden, I didn't feel completely in control of my actions. I let my rage guide me. My blind anger at this man's very existence. My prey through an elbow back. It caught me in the ribs. It hurt very little. For a biker, he wasn't that tough. Probably a new initiate. A predatory grin appeared on my lips and I slammed his skull into the wall. His body went partially limp and I repeated the action which caused him to cease attempting to stay standing. Letting go, I watched him crumble to the ground. |
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Slowly moving away from him, he finished his trip to the floor and I saw blood coming from his nose too. |
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The thought of this thing touching either of them again infuriated me. Whatever this thing was, it wasn't Kobra. |
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I stayed where I was an laughed a bit louder. |
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She dashes forward and in the blink of an eye, is shooting past me. One of her scaly fists raises me off the ground with an uppercut as she passes and once I hit the ground, I let out a bout of low, painful chuckling.
“Still think this is funny?” she asks, grabbing me by the shirt and picking me up to stare into her yellow, serpent's eyes. A slight his erupts from her as I laugh in her face. “You really should be more afraid, Silver. You are going to die here.” |
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I spit some remaining vomit and some blood into her face and smiled. |
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They were both gone. Thank God. The optimist in me hoped that they were gone. |
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