DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Maximum Ride or Hunger Games.
WARNING: Epic fight scene ahead. Never written one before so it might suck.
Max POV:
The guy we found was turning out to be a real jerk. First, he tackles me and tries to kill me. Then, when we invite him into our home, he sasses me. No stuck-up mutt is going to be that obnoxious to me. So, yeah, I did knock him down, and I did cut off his oxygen supply for a little bit. But did he really have to react that badly? I did get off his neck, but I turned around, which was a stupid thing to do. I kinda deserved what happened next, but I'm not planning on letting anyone else know that.
The next thing I knew, he slammed his entire body into the back of my legs, sending me flying into the carpet. Naturally, my face hit first. My nose started gushing blood on impact. Furious, I attacked, and the fight was on.
He landed on top of me, but had rolled off into a crouch. I pushed myself up, spinning in mid-air to face him. He had a cocky smirk on his face, but it disappeared when I slammed my fist into his jaw with a satisfying crunch. His eyes narrowed, and he lunged at me.
This time, I was ready for him. I dodged, neatly sidestepping his lunge and sending him crashing into the wall. But his forearm slammed into my waist, pulling me down with him. I landed on top of him and immediately started punching at his spine. He hissed and flung me away. I landed against the couch roughly, but I was up in moments. He jumped up with a speed that was a contrast to his massive size. We circled each other warily, like 2 lions searching for a weakness in their opponent.
I threw a left jab at his face, hitting him squarely in the right eye. He countered with a solid punch to my jaw. I could taste blood. I hissed in pain, but kept circling him, waiting for an opportunity. He gave me one, throwing a right hook to my head. I dodged, but grabbed his arm, twisting it to an unnatural angle. He grunted in pain, but managed to swing his trapped arm around, effectively knocking me off. I cursed under my breath. He was so strong! I would never win fighting like this. So I decided to employ some...less than fair...techniques.
I kicked him in the crotch viciously, sending him to his knees in pain. But he was soon on his feet, glaring at me in murderous rage. I grabbed the closest thing in reach, a lamp, and smashed it over his head. It opened a few cuts on his forehead, but he shook it off, beads of blood coursing down his face in rivulets of crimson.
Enraged, he lifted me up by the neck and slammed me into the wall. His fingers tightened their grip on my neck. I pried at his fingers to no avail. They did not budge. In desperation, I dug my nails into his skin, drawing blood. I could not breathe, and my vision blurred.
"Enough!" a feminine voice shouted imperiously. "Release her, Cato."
He scowled, but loosened his grip. I fell to the floor, gasping for breath. We both looked to the source of my savior. Angel stood there, her hands on her hips and a furious expression on her face.