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21 Ring
Danny wished he could jump in. He hated it. He hated that he couldn't do anything … even though he knew that he could, even though his life depended on it. He watched as she took every punch, every blow. But he had to admit that she stroke pride in him whenever she threw some back. He knew that teaching her a few moves would come in handy, even if she was using them in ways he hadn't exactly expected.
He had asked where she disappeared off to every Sunday night, she would just say, "No where special." And then he had saw the bruise on her shoulder, big, and he easily recognized it to be from a fist. He had cornered her, demanding that she tell him who was hurting her. She had looked like she was really debating whether or not to tell him the truth, but she eventually came to a conclusion; ducking under his arm, saying she'd talk to him later. He had followed her that night—it being Sunday—to an old abandoned warehouse. When he saw the strobe lights and the yelling coming from inside, he had figured it was another one of her goth/protestant get-togethers. He followed anyway, wanting to see if maybe he could pick out the jackass that had given her the bruise.
He had froze in shock when he phased through the wall to see people crowding around two girls, going at it like professional fighters, circling one another, fists held out in front of them, bouncing back and forth. He had started off doing that when he first started fighting ghosts, and then Sam had pointed out that he looked sorta ridiculous. He could hear one girl talking smack, smirking, and giving herself praise while the other just stood there, hands on her hips. The Smack talking girl got close enough, the Silent one swung her fist and it slammed into the other girl's face, throwing her off to the side. She groaned, but didn't get up.
Danny was completely confused as to why Sam would be coming her. She was completely opposed to violence, and she would only make an exception for the people she cared about. Well, apparently she had changed her mind, because Danny nearly dropped to the ground far below him when he saw her walk out into the circle; wearing only a pair of tight, black shorts and a black stomach top, her hands and ankles wrapped in purple tape. He couldn't lie, he almost started to drool. Sam rarely wore anything that would show off that she did, in fact, have curves, and that … emphasized them. The announcer introduced "Black Spirit" and "The Crane". He could easily pick out which name was whose; Sam having a black 'S' written on her side. The other girl dressed like what her name was; a crane. White feathers covered whatever cloth she happened to be wearing, which was pretty much a swimsuit.
When Crane girl had taken a swing at Sam, Danny had dove forward, ready to either grab Sam and make a run for it, or move knock the bird girl away. But before he or the crane girl could reach Sam, she ducked out of the way, sticking her leg out and tripping the girl. She fell to the ground with a cry, getting back up, raging. The girl would keep going and going at Sam, who never moved her arms from behind her back. She let the girl wear herself out, until she was swaying back and forth, panting, looking similar to a character from "Fatality". Danny almost felt tempting to let his goofball, dork side out and call out, "Finish 'em!" but new that if Sam heard him, she'd be distracted. And he wanted to talk to her after. Sam did finish the girl off, but just by giving her a gentle shove of the shoulder, the crane tumbling to the ground.
While Sam walked back through the crowd, people making a path for her to walk, a lot of guys hooting and hollering at her, some raised their hands out towards her for a hive five, which she would to a few choice people. When she had gone down a hallway with 'Restrooms' written above the doorway, he followed her, invisibly. He waited until they were farther down the hall, where they wouldn't be interrupted before landing in front of her and turning visible, clearing startling her.
He had, yet again, demanded what was going on. She finally agreed to talk if he agreed not to interfere with any of her rounds. They shook on it, and she sat him on a bench, sitting next to him. She explained that she had heard about the place from someone when she was working her time at the 'Skulk 'n' Lurk'. She had just come to watch at first, but when she had found it was for charity reasons, she instantly signed up. When he asked why she never told him, she responded saying that she knew he would just make her stay back, probably going as far as chaining her to a chair. He said she had a point. He asked about her opposition of violence, and she said that she tried to not throw a punch if she could, like she had with The Crane.
When her name was heard overhead, she stood to go, but had to stop considering Danny had latched his arms around her waist. She threatened that if he ever interfered with one of her rounds, she wouldn't forgive him until she saw fit.
So now, every Sunday, he joined her to her matches, standing on the sideline, watching as she would duck or take every hit. He watched, knowing the consequences if he dared step in the ring. The most he could do for her was support her as she fought, and if she had any, help heal some of her injuries.
There wasn't much he could do when she was in the ring.