"How long have you been awake?"
"Long enough to see you go through my stuff."
A slight smile formed on the girls face.
"At least you had the decency to blush when you got to my underwear."
He turned around so that she couldn't see him blush again. Turning around again, he saw her staring.
"Didn't you mother teach you that staring is very rude?"
"Yes. She did. Please forgive me. I just couldn't help it. I have never seen a green man before."
She sat up straight and leaned against the wall. When she pulled the sheet over her legs she had to yawn. Now it was his turn to stare.
"Sorry. Totally forgot my manners."
"No. It's not that. You've got fangs."
She nodded. He had gotten a good look at the fangs. They were a bit smaller than his. Her other teeth had looked quite sharp to. The girl was looking at him again.
"What. Something stuck on my face or something?
"No. Its just that I want to thank you."
"For what?"
"Well, you obviously saved my life. One of the last things I can remember is seeing you disintegrate one of the bastards that tried to kill me. And I was almost dead when you did that. I had a punctured lung, several broken bones and a lot of other wounds. Now, I don't have a scratch. I can't even find a scar. I really owe you my life."
"Don't mention it. Why do you even care?"
"Well, because its my life, and for some strange reason I'm attached to it."
The girl was smiling. But he didn't find the conversation funny at all. It was time to solve some of this mystery. He wanted some answers. And he wanted them now.
"Why did they want to kill you?"
Seeing the look on his face, the girl got serious. She gave a great sigh.
"I don't know."
"That's ridiculous."
"I know. But I honestly wouldn't know. The only thing I can come up with when I think about it is that it has to do with the way I look. Maybe they hate white haired, pointy eared girls who have fangs."
He could see that she really didn't know. But that didn't explain that a girl with hardly any fighting experience had killed six warriors.
"Do you have any fighting experience other then the one you got at Karate?"
"None. Unless you want to count the fights I got into at school."
"So you have virtually no fighting experience. And yet you killed six skilled warriors. How did you manage to do that?"
"Speed, dirty fighting, instinct, and a big dose of luck. And them underestimating me. The first two died because I was fast, had a lot of luck, and they were stupid."
She grinned.
"Never underestimate you opponent."
"You could have ran when you had killed the first warrior."
The girl shook her head.
"No. They were good with those knives. If I had ran, they would have thrown those knives at me. I rather die in a good fight then of a knife in the back."
They were silent for a few minutes. The girl bit her lower lip. She blushed and looked away.
"Eh, I was wondering. Well, this shirt is covered in blood. I wanted to change into a clean one. Eh, could you.please turn away?"
Sighing, he walked outside. It was a welcome break anyway. He wasn't very good at the social stuff. And he needed to think. He went over the whole fight again. And the emotions he had felt. The girl had potential. To bad that in six weeks she would be killed. Unless he.
"I'm done!"
He walked back inside. The girl had put on clean clothes. She was busy putting the stuff back into her pack. He sighed. He had made up his mind. He new that he would be sorry later.
"Girl."
When she turned around, he aimed a punch at her face. The girls face turned into a grim expression. She dodged the blow and tried to kick him in the stomach. He grabbed her foot and lifted her from the ground. Then he realised his mistake. She was quite tall. He guessed her to be 5 foot 9. So she could easily reach the ground. And his legs. By the time he had realised this, she had already grabbed his legs and was trying to pull him off balance. He looked down. And realised his other mistake. Her great improvising skills. Her free foot hit him in the face. She wasn't strong enough to hurt him. He broke her hold on his legs by driving his knee in her stomach. The force of the blow drove the air out of her lungs. She started to wriggle so hard that he had to let her go. She hit the ground rolling and stood up. Just in time to receive two heavy slaps in the face. He grabbed her by the neck and lifted her of the ground. She clawed at his hand. He shook his head. The girl had fighting potential. She had speed, courage, a high tolerance for pain, determent, a fighters instinct and she was a good improviser. He knew he would be regretting his decision later. So he acted before he could convince himself otherwise.
"How would you like to get some real training?"
"Long enough to see you go through my stuff."
A slight smile formed on the girls face.
"At least you had the decency to blush when you got to my underwear."
He turned around so that she couldn't see him blush again. Turning around again, he saw her staring.
"Didn't you mother teach you that staring is very rude?"
"Yes. She did. Please forgive me. I just couldn't help it. I have never seen a green man before."
She sat up straight and leaned against the wall. When she pulled the sheet over her legs she had to yawn. Now it was his turn to stare.
"Sorry. Totally forgot my manners."
"No. It's not that. You've got fangs."
She nodded. He had gotten a good look at the fangs. They were a bit smaller than his. Her other teeth had looked quite sharp to. The girl was looking at him again.
"What. Something stuck on my face or something?
"No. Its just that I want to thank you."
"For what?"
"Well, you obviously saved my life. One of the last things I can remember is seeing you disintegrate one of the bastards that tried to kill me. And I was almost dead when you did that. I had a punctured lung, several broken bones and a lot of other wounds. Now, I don't have a scratch. I can't even find a scar. I really owe you my life."
"Don't mention it. Why do you even care?"
"Well, because its my life, and for some strange reason I'm attached to it."
The girl was smiling. But he didn't find the conversation funny at all. It was time to solve some of this mystery. He wanted some answers. And he wanted them now.
"Why did they want to kill you?"
Seeing the look on his face, the girl got serious. She gave a great sigh.
"I don't know."
"That's ridiculous."
"I know. But I honestly wouldn't know. The only thing I can come up with when I think about it is that it has to do with the way I look. Maybe they hate white haired, pointy eared girls who have fangs."
He could see that she really didn't know. But that didn't explain that a girl with hardly any fighting experience had killed six warriors.
"Do you have any fighting experience other then the one you got at Karate?"
"None. Unless you want to count the fights I got into at school."
"So you have virtually no fighting experience. And yet you killed six skilled warriors. How did you manage to do that?"
"Speed, dirty fighting, instinct, and a big dose of luck. And them underestimating me. The first two died because I was fast, had a lot of luck, and they were stupid."
She grinned.
"Never underestimate you opponent."
"You could have ran when you had killed the first warrior."
The girl shook her head.
"No. They were good with those knives. If I had ran, they would have thrown those knives at me. I rather die in a good fight then of a knife in the back."
They were silent for a few minutes. The girl bit her lower lip. She blushed and looked away.
"Eh, I was wondering. Well, this shirt is covered in blood. I wanted to change into a clean one. Eh, could you.please turn away?"
Sighing, he walked outside. It was a welcome break anyway. He wasn't very good at the social stuff. And he needed to think. He went over the whole fight again. And the emotions he had felt. The girl had potential. To bad that in six weeks she would be killed. Unless he.
"I'm done!"
He walked back inside. The girl had put on clean clothes. She was busy putting the stuff back into her pack. He sighed. He had made up his mind. He new that he would be sorry later.
"Girl."
When she turned around, he aimed a punch at her face. The girls face turned into a grim expression. She dodged the blow and tried to kick him in the stomach. He grabbed her foot and lifted her from the ground. Then he realised his mistake. She was quite tall. He guessed her to be 5 foot 9. So she could easily reach the ground. And his legs. By the time he had realised this, she had already grabbed his legs and was trying to pull him off balance. He looked down. And realised his other mistake. Her great improvising skills. Her free foot hit him in the face. She wasn't strong enough to hurt him. He broke her hold on his legs by driving his knee in her stomach. The force of the blow drove the air out of her lungs. She started to wriggle so hard that he had to let her go. She hit the ground rolling and stood up. Just in time to receive two heavy slaps in the face. He grabbed her by the neck and lifted her of the ground. She clawed at his hand. He shook his head. The girl had fighting potential. She had speed, courage, a high tolerance for pain, determent, a fighters instinct and she was a good improviser. He knew he would be regretting his decision later. So he acted before he could convince himself otherwise.
"How would you like to get some real training?"