That kick worked this time.
It was a well-placed strike to the head. She got dizzy a bit before she struck back by punching me in the face while I was still mid-air.
Cheers and boos filled the background as idiots were entertained by the best catfight they’ll ever see.
Then both of us ran towards each other ready to jab the other person’s face off. Before any of us can do anything, we heard something headed our way.
I couldn’t pinpoint the sound, but when I realized what it was, it was too late.
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