s u c k a { eps&fiona blitz

"Well, that's a name I haven't heard for two years" 

I guess she might not hear a lot, in all honesty. Poor thing's probably lost all out of the loop, her eyes meet down and practically stares me a step lower - she's big. There's no point in lying and saying she probably can't beat my ass, and trying to sue her ass, probably doesn't have a dime on her. "You must be one slow puppy. Volunteer with that speed, and they might just let your ass in the Games for comic relief."

Slowclap for the clapback, I guess. I roll my eyes through my shades before taking them off, biting on the red of it. 

She puts her child on a bench behind her, "as for my child,"

"I'll let her answer that so it's easier for you to follow. Dumpling, what do we say to the mean lady?" 

And the child starts flailing, shouting out the word bitch between chortles and I furrow my eyebrows. Cute. I take the plastic out from my fangs and firmly shut them and put them in my pocket with my keys, "that's a cute circus act." I can taste the cola in the back of my throat, the half empty can now on the sidewalk beside me. I close the distance between the two of us into practically two steps, close enough for her to count the individually plucked eyebrows and maybe learn a thing from it. I blow the scent of coke in her face with all the air in my lungs.

"Do you got any other tricks," and I shove her, placing both of my palms of her diaphragm and nudging her barely, "don't tell me you let one baby fuck over your career."  

The silk of her shirt felt like blasphemy against my hands - did I just touch fucking knockoff? Off all the irrelevants I could've fought damn did I pick a good one, my eyes lock with hers and I know I done fucked up. Does she even have a name? Hell if I know, I don't even think we ever actually spoke it just because we'd have to burn our tongues afterwards. Her ass is silent, practically shutting down from one shove, damn girl, I really did pick a good one. I expect a punch, her meaty claws grabbing at the porcelain skin of my face, that's what they always do, it's so outplayed at this point that I always she it coming.

But can I blame them? I'd wanna touch this face too. 

Instead she slams her foot against my knee, dropping me a foot and my mouth gaps - "what the fuck was that!" 

We're playing fucking dirty now, I didn't seem to get that memo. The pop of my leg ringing in my ears, fuck, what the fuck kinda throw was that? I rebound fast, the pounding of my knee as I press against it to get back up; fuck me to hell if I'm walking away from one kick.

But I probably should've, for a mother she's got some fight still in her. I expect an impact, the blood flowing to my fist thirsty for her fucking nose but all I caught was hair - that's embarrassing. But hell, I wanted a fight.

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[5008 -- Missed -- 0.0 damage]

Seconds in and I'm already realizing this girl isn't traditionally taught, can't be. Real careers play straight and don't fucking stomp out knees. I'm just fighting for fun here, the keys and the glasses loose in my sweater pocket; what if I really get my ass beat here. Like, what if she just fucking kills me. I mean, obviously my parents aren't getting much out of her with just a single sue, but she looks like she'd fucking survive prison. 

I'm gonna get my white ass beat. 

I lick my lips while trying to rebound out of her vicinity, dry mouth. Fucking dry mouth, dry throat, I can practically feel the dust in my throat from the cola. Well shit, nothing's headed my way. We make eye contact again as I try to back up, and she stomps on my foot - less force than the last and especially not as bad as on my knees, but damn. That's getting old.

"Don't you know how to fucking fight!" 

Balling up my fist, I try to catch her in the stomach, make 'er sick but she moves and I misses; fuck, did anybody even teach me to fight, because it's not looking like it. I slam her wrist instead, but nothing's gonna change that way. What, am I gonna win the fight by triggering her carpal tunnel? 

Yeah, nothing's really headed my way. 

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[5151 -- Bruised Right Wrist -- 2 damage]

I scrap my nail along a building, the rough biting the red off my finger, oh come on. I think to myself, Fiona, dear, how much do you really wanna kick her ass? And the truth is, I don't know. I didn't put much thought into how much it hurt to get your ass kicked, and I guess that's why I've never been able to volunteer. I mean, I'm a strong girl and all, but damn. 

"Nah, I've only been taught to win," and I scowl immediately before she drops my ass again, swiping my left leg and my elbow scraps against the ground before slamming my face near into it. This fucking sucks. I don't really knew what I expected, like, I wanted the fight, I wanted a good fight and I picked somebody at least twice my size who's fight with a fucking baby. Of course I was gonna get my ass beat, especially if I'm just fighting to fight. 

Maybe I should play dirty too. 

I switch on the ground, leaning onto my back to face her directly and I kick just as she had before, planting my size seven boots into her fucking shin with as much power as I could get from that leverage, the rebound of the crack echoing in my ears. "Shit," did I just break her leg? Oh fuck. 

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[5050 -- Broken Left Shin -- 7 damage]