over and over again how this bitch is trying to steal what’s mine, my game face slams down, my beastmode in full effect, and my soul cries out for blood and penance.
I go still on my side of the clearing and wait to be set loose. Fedor announces a bunch of shit I don’t pay attention to because, instead, I’m picturing ripping this chick’s head off on repeat in my mind. I’m so fucking keyed up that as soon as Fedor whistles, indicating the start of the fight, I charge.
I sprint toward Brun, who seems shocked by my move, but that’s exactly why I did it. This big ass woman is probably used to fighting others who take their time and look for an opening to counteract her strength and size. But I don’t fucking care if she hurts me, because I know I’m going to hurt her a hell of a lot worse. When I’m a couple feet away from Brun, who is now also running full speed toward me, I bend down as low as I can and tackle her around the thighs. We fall to the ground, and as her back slams into the dirt, I knee her between the legs.
Guys think they hold the pain rights to that move, but it fucking hurts for women, too. Brun shouts out and then growls at me. She uses her brute strength to roll me over, switching our positions, and tries to claim the advantage of being on top. I manage to get my bent legs between us, and when I feel the grit of dirt against my back, I push to straighten my legs and move Brun’s big ass body away from me. I can’t throw her completely off, but I can get her far enough away from me to land some head shots.
I hold her in the air with my legs, in some fucked up Superman pose, and pummel her face and neck with punches. She can’t even manage a swipe in my direction because she’s too busy guarding her head from my attack. She scrambles off of me, and I kip up onto my feet. She wipes blood from her nose and mouth with the sleeve of her shirt and spits blood at me, enraged. The insult falls short of where I’m standing, and I smirk at her. She comes for me, and I crouch down, making it look like I’m going for her legs again. She bends lower so as not to give me the advantage again, but at the last minute, I spring up and throw my arm out to clothesline her.
The hit rattles me, and I’m pretty sure I just fucked up my shoulder and forearm. Brun screams and scrubs at her face, trying to get her eyes clear of the dirt I just threw at her. I’m flung around onto her back from the momentum caused by Brun running and me throwing an unmoving arm in her way. I was trying to get her to go down again, but I can work with this too. I wrap my fucked up arm around her neck, my inner elbow tucked under her chin, and use my good arm to pull the headlock tighter. It fucking hurts, and I’m about seventy percent sure I’ve broken something, but I’ll ride the pain in order to fucking end this bitch.
Brun scratches at my arms, and I bring up my legs to pin her arms down as she falls to her knees. I squeeze harder and feel a couple taps on my calf, but I ignore them. If she thinks I’m going to release her after she tried to take my motherfucking wolf, she’s in for a rude fucking awakening. Brun falls to her side, and I go with her, but I’m locked in tight, and there’s no way she’s getting out of this. I squeeze until I feel her start to go limp, and then I move my hand under her chin so I can snap her neck.
“Witch!” Torrez yells at me, and I look up to find him only a couple feet away. “Stop. You won. This isn’t a fight to the death; you can let her go,” he tells me, but his words swim slowly in my brain, not making much sense.
He takes a step toward me, and I narrow my eyes at him and practically growl. Gasps sound off around me, but Torrez just smiles.
“You forget, Witch, the kill is not the prize tonight.