||Chapter 8||

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 You were about to make your first move, but you got held back. You had completely forgotten about the dress. You saw Charlotte rip hers, but you couldn't do the same. This was a gift from miss Medda, ripping it would be like disrespecting her. Race was about to make his move, but you stopped him. He turned back, his eyes filled with worry. You leaned forward and whispered "Change of plan. I can't fight in this dress. I'll distract them, you take care of the knuckles. Then I'll help as much as I can." Race nodded and stepped back. You ran up to the front and taunted the bird brains "Hey dumb and dumber! Come and get it!" Both of the idiots fell for it. Taller dumb ass threw a punch at you, which you dodged easily. Then shorter dumb ass came towards, but you grabbed his wrist and flung him into a poll. While the brothers were down and more importantly confused, Charlotte and Race bolted towards them and grabbed the brass knuckles. Charlotte put hers on and went to soak shorter iditot, while Race gave his to you. You put them on and tightened them so they don't slip off. "Shall we." Race said with fake politeness and offered you his arm "Such a gentlemen." you fake complimented.

You three then proceeded to completely destroy them. Your tactic was the same. You provoke. Idiot gets angry. Race soaks him. Race provokes. Idiot gets angry. You soak him. Even though it was a repetitive pattern, douche still fell for it. His ego was too big and his brain was too small, that was his biggest weakness. And you were using it to your advantage. You got on last fatal blow on him and he was down. You turned over to see how Charlie was doing, right in time to see her kick Delancey where the sun don't shine. 'That's gotta hurt!'

She looked up and gave you a thumbs up. You gave her one too, but Race was just standing frozen in place. The newsies could barely take a single blow on the Delanceys and you two just flat on soaked them. You and your best friend brushed the dust off your skirts and straightened your posture. "Now where were we?" Charlotte asked. "On our way to the gate." Race answered. You three continued to walk as if nothing had happened.

You stopped right in front of the gate. "Ready?" Race asked. You put on a brave face and said "Born ready." nope, not ready at all.

"Good morning, boys!"

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