Rose caught in thorns, A thorn caught in a Rose.
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Stepping to the side of Rafe, I pivoted bringing my hand down on his back. Off balance he turned, tripping over his own feet; aiming a kick at my thighs. My attempt to avoid it failed, and I tripped, catching myself on a nearby tree. My hand stinging, as it scraped the rough bark. He tried again this time aiming for my side. I dodged throwing my own kick at him, hitting him on the leg.
"D*mn it, b*tch, stay f*cking still!"
Completely consumed by his intense anger, he began throwing rough punches just trying to hit me. I dodged as many as I could but, some meet their mark. Landing many on my chest, stomach, and arms; he practically screamed, "F*cking b*tches like you shouldn't mess with men you can't handle!"
WhatifIcanhandlemenlikeyou! Ihandledyourfriends.
Ignoring to pain as best I could, I kicked him in the pants before landing a punch on his stomach. Letting out a gasp, he doubled over clutching his stomach. Using his distraction to grab the bloody rock and bring its crashing down on his head. Shattering his skull, blood pouring out of the wound. His heavy breathing becoming laboured before completely stopping. Reaching down I felt his chest, no pulse.
Turning around I let my eyes drift over the scene absorbing what I had just done. Blood pooled from Rafe and Fins heads, while Pete was not clearly dead, except for a nasty dent in his forehead.
Looking down at my bloody clothing and bruises, I thought.
