Well, here's another short-chapter. As I've said before, I'll be updating every night until Track's husband is back on his feet, as well as saying a prayer for them each night. Some may think it's ridiculous to include personal matters into a fan-fic… but I don't really care, it's what friends do. Here's to you, Tracker, hoping he pulls through!
*Chapter Ten*
~Alright, who let the VILLAIN in?!~
No one exactly knew what Puggsy had done that morning… all anyone knew was that after he chewed out Toni, someone had locked him down in the basement, tied to a chair…
But they didn't notice until AFTER Brielle and Fangs' judo-lesson.
Brielle stood in front of Fangs that morning, while her boyfriend was occupied with scolding his cousin to the point where they both began to argue. Fangs, in the meantime, was wishing he could trade places with Toni, considering- after seeing Brielle in action- he had a feeling his life was about to flash before his eyes.
"Ready, Fangsworth?" Brielle asked, smirking.
Fangs sweated with nervousness. "To contact my insurance agent?" he gulped.
Without warning, Brielle leaped into the air, aiming an aerial-kick to his face. Fangs yelped and twisted to the side, dodging at the last minute, panicking as he thought about what might have happened to his head… all the while amazed that such a short girl could kick someone two feet taller than her.
*BAM!*
Brielle had twisted after her landing and punched him, a back-up motive she had planned if he decided to dodge (which she knew he would). She hadn't even broken a sweat with either moves, and stood there grinning. Fangs could only glare at her, and stood up, rolling up his sleeves, giving a tough-guy pose… which she only found to be humorous.
*bap!*
"Ow!" Fangs grunted after Brielle kicked him in the shin, and bent over to grab his knee… which wasn't wise, considering Brielle grabbed him by the the arm and flipped him.
*Thud*
"FOCUS, Fangs! You're not even trying!" Brielle scoffed. "I told you- clear your mind in a fight, otherwise your opponent will have the advantage,"
"Okay… I'll clear my head, once it stops ringing…" Fangs replied, rubbing his head.
Brielle took another stance, waiting for Fangs, who just sat there. "C'mon, Fangs, lets move it along…"
"My head still hurts."
"You think that would matter to who you were fighting? They'd just focus on making the pain worse. Now hurry up and get up,"
Fangs sat on his knees. "Alright… give me a hand,"
Brielle rolled her eyes, walking over. "Pugs is right. You really are a-"
Fangs grabbed onto her outstretched hand and yanked her down, then got on top of her and trapped her in a headlock. "You shouldn't believe everything you hear,"
"Why you…!" Brielle bent over and flipped him again, but this time he was ready and- still having a grab on her- threw her over and slammed her onto the ground. She stood up and lunged, doing another air-kick, but he dodged, this time catching her leg and swinging her, tossing her back on the ground. She got back up and threw a punch, which he blocked, then threw a punch at her face which she blocked… and he kicked her in the shin. "Agh!"
Fangs then grabbed her arm and flipped her onto the ground, pinning her down with his first. She glared up at him… but smirked.
"Well played, Sherman. I've taught you well,"
Fangs grinned. "Thank you."
"…mind helping me up?"
He scoffed. "Nice try."
Brielle grinned and stood up, then shook his hand. They then walked inside…
…not noticing someone had been watching not too far off. "Nice lesson, Brielle." Vincent Fondane said, crossing his arms. "We'll see if its enough to stop me."
A/N: I will have that judo-pic of Fangs and Brielle up soon. Right now, lets hope Fangs will be able to take on Vincent when the moment arrives… more importantly, Puggsy, for that matter.
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