“Heads up!”
She turned just in time to block the on-coming sword.
“Hey!”
“What?”
The metal screeched together before pulling away.
“That wasn't at all fair!”
“You think your other opponents will play fair?”
He came at her again, but she dodged and made a jab at his chest. He hopped backwards and blocked.
“You're still doing it wrong.”
“Shut up!”
He lunged for another attack, this time catching her shoulder. She hissed at the pain before attempting to hit him again. He just blocked before sending another तत्पर, तेज, स्विफ्ट mark. No matter how many times she came at him, he was better. Frustration built inside her. Finally, she charged him. He sidestepped her, giving her an extra push as she ran by. The sword fell out of her hands and she fell. The cold metal of his sword at her neck told her not to move.
“Match.”
She glared up at him, eyes flashing red. He put the sword away and knelt beside her.
“You're still letting emotions control you.”
She ignored him. He sighed and pulled out some gauze. He moved to लपेटें her shoulder, but she slapped his hands away.
“Don't bother. While I may not be able to fight, I heal pretty well. And faster than humans.”
“You can't fight with emotion. It's a weakness.”
“Just like everything else. I know. आप told me.”
Cat folded her arms across her chest.
“Fine. Throw your tantrum.”
She watched Ciret walk away and then went back to looking around. She had no clue how long she'd been here. या where here was. Ciret refused to answer, telling her that some mysteries were left solved on their own account. She looked at the sword a few feet away from her. She hadn't told Ciret, but she had been trained to fight without emotions from दिन one. He just had a tendency of knowing which buttons to push at what time. She smiled a little as she picked the sword up. Alex had always pushed her buttons until she ended up focusing her anger into energy.
Then he made up for it द्वारा baking her cookies. She wiped away the stray tears. This was no time to think about Alex. She had to find out where she was and why Ciret had such a huge interest in her. She hefted the sword. Wait a second. She tested it in each hand. This sword was too heavy for her. She growled and chucked it at the wall. It fell to the floor, clattering dully. No wonder it had been hard to keep up. Ciret had दिया her a sword she couldn't use! She turned to follow the direction he had went only to find him standing there at the edge of the mat.
“You gave me a useless sword!”
“It's not useless. आप just can't use it.”
Her eyes narrowed and her hands molded into fists. She could feel the metal in her bones.
“Why am I here? Are आप using me for some kind of bait?!”
“Bait? Hmm...I never even thought of that. But no. I just enjoy your company.”
“Well I tire of yours!”
He raised his eyebrows.
“Where did the harmless kitten go? And why does a तेंदुआ, पैंथर stand in her place?”
“I'm not a toy. Remember that. While I may be, as people say, a kitten, I have claws and fangs. I'm not afraid to use either.”
“So I can see. But do they do आप any good?”
She growled and sent a पंच to his face. He was quick and moved away, but she was able to kick him down. He stayed on his hands and knees. He swept a hand across his face. She hesitated but saw she'd hurt him और than she had intended.
“Ciret? Are आप okay?”
She knelt in front of him.
“I didn't mean to hurt आप that badly. I'm sorry.”
“It's fine,” he grunted.
He put a hand over his eyes.
“Look at me. Let me see what's wrong.”
“I'm fine.”
“Let me see.”
He looked up at her hesitantly and she gasped, stumbling backwards. Her दिल raced before leaping into her throat.
“No. It can't...how...”
He stared at her through golden eyes, a sheepish and regretful look on his face.
“Hey kitten. Long time no see.”