I don't own Night World.

Prompt #16 – Fight

We'd certainly gotten a lot better at fighting since our first real battle. I just about managed to block a move that probably would have broken one of my ribs and retaliated with a swift blow to his neck. He stepped out of my range and jabbed at my ribs again. It didn't hit me, but caught my t-shirt and tore a hole in it. My favourite 30 Seconds to Mars t-shirt.

"You bastard," I hissed.

He grinned slightly. "Don't worry, Jezebel. I'll buy you another one."

Right. He was so asking for it.

I darted back, still glaring at him, and he relaxed, lowering the fighting stick.

And he just plain didn't see it coming when I slit my palm with my own fighting stick and threw some of the Blue Fire at him.

It wasn't really that powerful, but it did throw him back into the wall and he made an 'oof' sound. I walked up to him and smiled pleasantly. "Problem, Morgy?"

"No," he muttered. He got up and grabbed my hands before I could zap him again and pressed his lips to mine quickly. "And, seeing as I'm buying you another t-shirt, can I just rip this one off?"