Watching

I circle my opponent, watching and being mindful of his every skilful movement as the holographic feral matches my strides. Waiting for the right moment to attack, I focus and try to predict what he's gunna do next. I wait and I begin to feel impatient as we continue to circle each other and mimic each flow of our bodies preparing for the other to attack.

I remind myself to be careful to watch for any sign of attack, just then as I'm in mid thought the feral in front of me lands a hard kick to my jaw. I was ready, midway through the attack as his leg flies back in response to hitting my jaw I grab his foot with my left hand as my right hand moves to his shin.

His eyes go bug eyed as he realizes his mistake as he takes the fall to the floor with my counter attack already in motion. The split second of him being on his back I quickly twist his leg and force him to spin on to his stomach where I quickly release him only to slam my foot onto his head resulting in the sound of broken bones and a harsh whimper as his face connected with the floor.

I take a step back as I wait for my opponent to come to his feet, as I watch and ready myself for another round. After a moment the feral picks himself up off of the floor and flies through the air to get further away from me. I chase him and begin to run through my combos of punches, kicks, and a few specialty moves thanks to the feline DNA.

Most of my moves connect with his face and chest but after a split second of a crack in my concentration I feel the artificial bony fist of my opponent connecting with my face as I literally fly several feet away. I slam onto the hard floor and let out a whimper of pain as I force myself up to defend myself against the threat of another attack from my opponent who grins cockily at me. He launches another brutal attack as I ready to defend myself, he throws punch after punch as I block and return each time gaining some kind of edge. I keep this pattern up in till I find an opening in my opponent's defense and use it for my advantage. At that moment I use my opponents weakness and send him flying several feet away to land awkwardly on the floor.

The match is over, I have won; I take that moment to let my feral senses tell me what made me lose my concentration moments before. I remember the presence that for some reason alerted me unexpectedly, someone entered the room and was still there, watching me. I turn my head to see Emma staring at me, she smiles and with a quick look over and a strange grin on her face, she leaves the room.

She leaves me there panting and wondering what that grin was all about, I stand there watching the direction she left in. I look to where my opponent was once laying down in defeat and wonder why Emma's presence would disrupt my concentration, why was she starting to have an effect on me?

I stand there for a moment longer before finally turning to the staircase and making my way to my room where I definitely needed a hot shower, a change of clothes, and a moment in thought. Something weird is going on with Emma, something that I know that I don't want to be apart of because god knows that I don't need any of that bullshit. God knows that I can't deal with any complications; I'm just not that type of gal who enjoys complicated friendships. I should be careful, I don't want to fall in that rabbit hole because of one stupid mistake leading to that merciless question. If I fall I know it'll be forever, and when I fall it wont be because of love.

I can't fall for that, I don't even know why I'm even thinking this, Emma is my friend alcohol isn't gunna change that. Not even that kiss, I have to resist what ever the consequences are for my actions. I'm lucky as it is that know one else remembers what happened that night, hell if I know if Emma even remembers. But I know it's true, I think that grin answered that thought already, she must have remembered.