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Chapter 4
Why was he so fast? Everytime I moved toward him he was capable of taking the onslaught and still stand. To say I wasn't impressed would be a lie, feeling my legs crash into his chin he shouldn't have gotten up. I half expected him to just fall back on his back. To my dismay that didn't happen, I did have time to notice he spoke English, well that would do him little good now wouldn't it? Yet again this lion of a man would rise up, I would make him regret that mistake, thrusting forward with a second corkscrew kick. This time I failed completely.
How was this large man so fast, rising up I felt a grip around my neck. It was unlike any grab I ever felt. Racing with my hands to try and grasp his forearms, I could feel the intense power he was holding back. My fingers digging into his forearm, only for my legs to kick back and forth. I needed to hit his knee, something to allow me a chance to throw him over me, yet that didn't happen. I was taken for a ride, my body spun around like a top. Only instead of landing on my back I got a bitter suprise being tossed through the wooden deck.
I didn't have any idea where I was, but I knew I broke a rib. I felt the bone crackle under the weight. Had that brute been toying with me, he could have crushed my body in his arms. The thought of being some weakling caused my skin to crawl with disgust. I would not lose to this lion of men, I would kill him for attacking me, invading my village, and for trying to kill Master Hayate. My body falling against the side of the snowy hill. Luckily it was a soft landing allowing me to force myself to get up and await the man.
Which to his unfortunate luck was right when I expected. Pouncing onto the man like lioness I attacked him fiercly striking with all my strength. Yet he wouldn't fall down why did he still stand. Forcing me to use a backflip kick to his jaw. I finally could grin as his body crashed into the tree seeing his blood splatter on the snow. My hands grasped my knees while I began to pant heavily. My ribs were killing me, then the man stood another time.
What was he some bionic machine, was he even human? I have had it, rushing forward I intended to use a forward sommersault kick and knock him out. Yet again his suprising speed allowed him to escape my cruel intentions. I needed to get up faster, but with my ribs killing me I couldn't stand at my usual speed. Turning to face the lion he was upon me like the wounded gazelle I presented to be. "Ahhhh!" I felt all my air come rushing from my body in the highest shrill scream imaginable.
My head slamming back against the tree, my eyes dulled over as I felt my consciousness failing. My god I had never been hit that hard in my life. My broken rib now broke in two places, my head leaning forward against this lion. My simple thoughts may have been hard to grasp, but I wanted him to kill me. This shame was horrible, I couldn't believe this warrior defeated me. Wait why wasn't he doing it, I know he was capable of it. Instead I could faintly feel some soft stroke to my head what was he doing?
It didn't matter anymore, I felt him release me, the cold snow my only greeting. I lost consciousness, only able to see the large man walking up the hill, faint sign of his combat boots was all. I couldn't believe I had failed so miserably in such a simple tactic. I will get my revenge when I wake up, I will make him suffer painfully for this. However right now I needed to sleep, the snow actually felt warm, or was it my blood leaking out the corner of my mouth.
How long was I asleep minutes, hours, days, or weeks? I could see a large metal fence, the walls had to be fifteen feet high. From the humming sound the fence was electrical. Where the hell was I? My body slowly standing, hand sliding through my hair, where was my headband? At least I had clothes on, wait was that the Russian? I noticed a large form resting on it's back near the fence. He seemed to still be out, what was going on here?
Looking around some more I saw towers in corners, were those gunmen standing in them. Was this a prison? I didn't a chance to ask anyone, a sudden voice over the intercom grabbed my full attention. "I am glad to see you awake. That means we can begin our test, release the subjects." What in the hell did that mean. The answer coming when the large steel doors opened to the side what appeared to be soldiers came running out, holding metal batons? I couldn't count the numbers my instincts coming into play, if I passed them that was my way out.
I would lunge forward with my corkscrew kick hitting one of the me. The body falling down, but it didn't give like it was supposed to. Falling on my back, I felt my ribs still hurting apparently they were far from healed. I felt a metal rod slam into my side, my lips parting to scream but the pain was so much no sound came out. A second and third blow would come crashing onto my side and spine, these bastards were lucky I wasn't healed yet.
Maybe they would kill me, but I would not roll over and die. No matter how many times I was struck by those rods I tried to get up, feeling my cheek and ribs bruise up. A sudden crack sound and hard thud followed, what the hell? My nearly closed up eye could see someones hand, was it the Russian he wasn't dead? My body aching hearing another crack and scream from a man. Something about his arm was shattered. Looking up I witnessed the lion of a man take the man's shattered forearm that stuck out of his arm. Only to jam it into the man's throat the body falling down lifeless.
I felt him help me up, why was he helping me? My lips parting slowly, "What are you doing?" I spoke in English, even if it came choked up in gurgled blood. I found myself leaning against this man just to keep standing. His words catching my full attention, "Get ready?" What did he mean, then again I didn't have to ask seeing him use his shoulder to catch a man under the chin. The body flying into the air only to be slammed into the concrete floor.
He was right, I supposed fighting was our only option wasn't it? Running forward I grabbed a man's wrist, kicking his knee. Using his knelt down position I stood on his knee only to jump onto his shoulder. While his hand reached up to stop me I grasped that wrist and pulled back, using my feet to snap his neck the body sent sprawling onto the concrete. I could only grin witnessing the blood leak out of the dead man's ears.
"Girl!" I caught the sound of the Russian trying to get my attention. Watching as he wrappd an arm around a man's neck, kicking him in the knee forcing him to kneel. I kind of understood what he was wanting. Running forward I used my corkscrew kick to slam into the man's back, with the leverage applied by the Russian. We broke the man's neck and back. It was quite a unique way of teamwork I would have to return the favor wouldn't I?
Getting up I simply spoke my name, "Ayane..." The Russian seemed uninterested in the formality only spinning around his hands locked together and he cracked a man across the chin. Blood flying over the concrete. Noticing there was only one man left standing I ran over and quickly leaned down, my voice sharp, "Russsian!" I noticed I had his attention, sprining up from the knelt position I kicked the man under the chin. His body flying high into the air.
The Russian catching what I intended caught the man in mid air. I heard the man's spine crack like a stalk of celery in his hands. Only for the man to drop straight back the simple german suplex slammed the paralyzed man's head into the concrete crushing his skull. I blinked a few times while the Russian got up, he nodded to me only to speak, "Bayman." So his name was Bayman was it? Good at least we had names to work with. That earlier voice came on a loud speaker again. "Good, good now release Project X 75."
I turned witnessing the metal doors slide open something walking out of the shadows. Now what, I was tired and ready to run. Then as the image became clear my heart raced, my eyes widening. That man, it was impossible! No he was dead! All my clear thinking was gone, I would run as fast as I could. I had to kill this man standing in my way, my voice coming out very shrill. "Raidou!"
