The Age of Wiccans

Mr I am beating skinny girls to feel superior

My life went amazing for the next few days. Amazing, until...

I was at the training centre, practicing alone since Dominic had other things to take care of. There I was, minding my own business, learning how to throw knives properly when a guy, around five years older than me, mind it, and way buffier (not that I am buffy at all), came up to me.

'Eliana Edwards, right?' his voice betrayed his looks. It sounded immature and childish and not at all deep.

'Yes, it's Eliana Edwards. What do you want?'

'I want to fight you!' I let my eyes wander over him, deciding whether I should accept or deny. I didn't have a death wish but I was going to die anyway, so I nodded. He grinned in response, I was certain he took me for an easy prey. I followed him outside to the arena. How much I would love to break those bones of his. I examined him, carefully, checking out whether to attack or defend. I found his weak spot from the way he walked. His knee.

Now it was my turn to grin. On my way, we passed Dominic teaching a boy how to punch. I easily slipped past him, and he didn't even notice me the slightest bit. Lucky me.

I walked inside the ring, barely controlling myself from showing off by jumping over it, which I could've easily done. You'd be surprised to know how much restraint it took. What I'd learned from my years of training was that to let your opponent underestimate you, so that they'd be overconfident and would let their guard down. There's be plenty of time after that to show off your moves.

I tried my best acting of looking like a scared little girl, and I was certain with my skinny looks and bony features it wasn't hard.

I made tiny slow steps towards my opponent. What was his name? Well, not that I cared. I knew he was slow with all the muscle and fat, so attack sounded like a nice option now. No wait, counter sounded better. Definitely better.

I waited for him to attack. That arrogant jerk thought he could defeat me. Well not today, Mr I am beating skinny girls to feel superior.

He threw a punch at me and I ducked and kneed him in the gut. He groaned and I twisted and elbowed him in his back, right in the middle of his vertebral column.

With one swish kick in his knees from the behind, I managed to get him on his knees. I wanted him to be humiliated for what he had in mind. Jerk-face!

'Kneeling to a skinny little girl?' I asked mockingly. I wasn't much for talking while fighting, but I think Dominic was rubbing off me. I smacked as hard as I could on where his carotid artery was supposed to be and he fell sideways.

This was getting fun.

He got up, but I could tell he was hazy from my last blow. Well, another advantage. He tried to punch but badly missed and I caught his fist and punched him in the face.

He kneed me hard in my stomach, hard enough to make me taste blood in my mouth. Time to go to sleep then, boy. I punched him square in the chest and sent him tumbling backwards and advanced. He started backing away but lost his balance and fell to the floor again.

This time, I didn't taunt. I merely picked his head up by his hair and slammed it to the floor, repeatedly, until I was certain he had lost consciousness. And then, I walked out of the ring, wiping the blood of my chin, with people staring wide-eyed at me, one person particularly.

Dominic.

I knew I was in deep trouble.