Claudia and QOF appear at last, and we form a rough triangle. Words start to fly. The crowd begins to clap and stomp. Leann turns out to be right...more are chanting for QOF, for the moment... so that makes the decision for me.
I turn to my left, to square off with Queen. Gravel crunches under my boots. I shrug off my black leather jacket and drop it.
It’s a circle of two, now. Claudia glares, waiting her chance....
Queen and I close together. I know I have to be quick. One hand to her hair. One arm to block her fist. One knee, slashing up toward her side....