..well as always when I am describing a poll fight where I am involved, I keep the action linked to the result..
so after the initial advantage that I got yesterday (5-1) I see that today Monika is running away with the preferences...
so this is what I see happening to me...hoping that I can reverse the tide...
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So the fight is on. All the six of us move and we scatter around the room, each facing one Viper.
As agreed previously I walk to Monika, the chief of the Viper is a tall, stout woman,
looking stronger than me, but on my side I have the advantage of being quick and I know
I must use it properly.
We look into our eyes, I am sending a challenging expression and she counters with a smirk that
makes me feel uneasy.
I step in, faking a direct blow, making her walk back then launching a side kick, hitting her near the liver and making her grunt and bent slighlty. I know that I must use my kicks against Monika’s stronger arms, with movement keeping my head and upper body out of reach.
I follow with a second kick to her knee, pushing her back and then showing my agility I jump
high, executing a double flipping front kick.
The point of my boot catches her precisely on the edge of her chin, her head snaps back and she
basically fall with her back in the narrow space between the edge of the bar counter and the wall.
I see a thin line of blood dripping from the corner of her mouth and she looks groggy, hardly standing on her heels, her right arm supporting her body up, grabbing the bar.
I walk confidently to her, willing to confirm my early advantage and show the bitch who is in command of the fight.
I raise my hands closing my fists, my metal studded gloves ready to smash Monika’s sorry face.
Then all of a sudden my head explodes in sudden pain, a lighting flash of yellow light blinding
as the world is now spinning and my head is ringing.
I did not pay attention at the bitch’s arm, the one leaning over the bar.
I did not see her hand grabbing a bottle and then swinging the arm, catching me full on my head.
Unfortunately it was not a normal bottle but a heavy wine bottle that did not even crash when it
smashed my head, at least I was not cut, but the result has been that now I am almost out on my shaking legs, dazed and the last thing that comes to my mind is protecting my body from Monika’s
assault.
Roaring like a lioness she jumps on me sending punches into my stomach, making me double over and before I can even realize what’s going on, I am flying back, courtesy of a tremendous uppercut to my chin. I land several meters behind, over a table, scattering everything that was on it and sliding
over, ending my unauthorized flight on the hard floor, just half conscious and tasting blood inside my mouth.
I am losing the meaning of time so I have no idea of how long I have been sprawled there, probably few seconds, then my hair is grabbed and I am pulled back on my jelly like legs, with a triumphant Monika holding me like a puppet. “Told you, bitch.” her words are coming in a soft echo to my ears.
“I am going to make pulp of you and your sluts…”
I need to regroup and fight back. But how…?