The Fight
Ingrid grinned. Vlad was too much of a wimp to fight anyone, she would win of course. Fortunately the Count couldn't see this.
"Right! Vlad- here, Ingrid, stand over there. Let the fight commence!" said the Count with a gleeful look on his face.
Vlad came towards her and aimed a punch- Is that the best you can do? Though Ingrid, and sidestepped him, then him his feet out from under him and watched as he fell over and groaned in pain. It was kinda funny; he looked like a bug stuck on its back.
The count's face twitched in disapproval. "Get up son- stop making yourself look a fool," he whispered to him, and went back to where he was standing. Vlad nodded. He took another punch. Ingrid was still inspecting her nail varnish, and ducked just in time to twist his arm back around, causing him to scream in agony.
"Can I go now?" she asked, looking bored.
The count looked furious. For the first time ever his face glowed purple, green and red all at the same time. He looked like a breather! He didn't appreciate this being pointed out, though.
"Ingrid, you have 10 seconds before I rip of your limbs and feed them to Zultan!" Ingrid guessed that was a yes.
"Well, you did say it was a fight to the death... you never said whose did you?"
"6,5,4..."
"It's not fair! You've always cared about him more than me!"
"3,2,..."
"Alright, I'm going!"
Ingrid assumed her bat form and glided from the window ledge, the last thing she saw was her father tending to her the little rat on the floor.
It was a good thing bats couldn't cry.
