I don't own Max.
Chapter 3
"Go!" shouted a whitecoat.
We had been in the arena, fighting a mix of Erasers and Crocs. Chris, a Croc who had started hitting on Ichthia, was there as well.
He didn't stay for long though because he came at her alone. She flipped him over her back, got on top of him, and broke his arm and jaw. He was dragged out to have the bones set.
I was having trouble defending myself. Stupid self-defense tests. They couldn't have just put us on treadmills or something?
An Eraser slammed into me from behind. I was knocked forward and quickly got up and tried to get into a fighting stance.
Five minutes later, I was backed against a wall as the whitecoats looked on; wanting only to stop the fighting if I was in danger of being killed. An Eraser was coming at me again, swinging his foot forward in a roundhouse kick.
I flung my arms in front of myself, even though I knew it wouldn't stop him, and flinched.
The kick never came. However, I did hear some excited muttering from the whitecoats.
I opened my eyes to see I'd made a force field.
A shimmering, purple-colored bubble, it had effectively stopped the kick, and the Eraser now lay on the floor glaring at me.
Cool. This should be fun for all the other fighting tests. I grinned and flipped the Eraser the bird.
Unfortunately the force field didn't last very long after that, and when it dissipated I was taken back to my cage and thrown in.
It wasn't all though.