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Chapter 13
The swift strike of Christies leg would nearly break my guard. I was to wounded to fight at a hundred percent. This was going to become a problem, a problem I didn't want. I felt a second kick before I realized it. My guard broken and I was kicked in the jaw falling back. Using my hands to catch myself and roll back onto my feet. Eyes cutting sharply toward the white haired Britain. Who seemed to enjoy the sight of me struggling to even hold my fighting stance.
"The great Bayman, reduced to this pathetic man. Such a disgrace for someone as legendary as you to become this weak. I bet its because of that woman isn't it? She has been a rather nuisance when I only intended to bring you here. So if she is a problem when I am done with you. I will enjoy killing her.." Christie giving a rather wicked smile.
My eyes widened when the white haired demoness spoke of Ayane. My anger getting the better of me when I stood up, driving my knee into her chest. Her head whipped down as the force caught her off guard. Wrapping my hand around her throat I lifted her up. "Be careful ichov. You have to pass me first!" With a low growl I tossed her helpless body along the ground, moving in her direction. I rose my leg aiming to crush her skull.
This was stopped immediately her left leg coming up and kicking my inner right knee. I ended up falling over against the ground. I could hear her gasp for air, using the initiative I rolled to her left. Then dropped down quickly attempting to trip her, which failed when she jumped back to avoid it. My eyes slanting toward her, "Now why are you running ichov." I spoke with an annoyance and sarcasm. It seemed the bragging woman was now running away. It seemed ironic a laugh escaping my lips. "Look who the weak one is!" I would aim my fist toward her right temple intending to send her crashing to the ground once more.
Christie wasn't enjoying the pummeling at my hands, in fact she showed it each time she tried to avoid one. My fist however would miss, catching my wrist she dug her nails into my open bullet wound. This forced me to scream in a less pleasant sound. "Grrr!" I was stopped from growling to loudly when I felt lips press into mine. My eyes widened a little when I felt Christie kiss me during my growl of pain. Her tongue forced into my mouth,, a surprise there when a capsule was forced into my throat. Coughing I shoved her back , coughing my hand rubbing my throat. "What the hell did you do!"
Christie was grinning blood leaking from her mouth a wicked glance on her face. "I think you liked that Russian, even bit my tongue." I could only growl rubbing my throat. What the hell had she used on me? My eyes began to blur a little, muscles also began to feel numb. My eyes forced to close, I couldn't focus on Christie with them open so I just closed them. This was a proven mistake as soon as I did I felt a painful strike to my throat. Hand coming up to clutch it. Then a kick to my thigh forced me to fall over. Then a final strike came when her leg caught my temple . My body spinning around and landing with a loud thud on the ground.
"Hehehe. Not so cheeky anymore now are you Russian. I guess you are like many men who just can't handle me." I could hear Christies laugh pass through the large open room. Her shoes tapped the ground giving me some type of direction on where she was. However her quick strikes made it hard for me to pen point what exactly I should do. She was to quick for me to counter with my eyes shut. What made it even worse was the fact I knew she was aware of that issue and would begin to take advantage of that.
My hands would lift me up to standing, my eyes still shut. My ears catching the sound of her coming from my right side. Raising my arms up instinctively to protect. This was probably a readable move from a novice martial artist, I felt the counter when she struck my left side. The blows weren't strong but came in so many repetitions I collapsed back.. Falling on my back I felt like a new born child unable to do anything without some sort of guidance. I could feel fire run down my shoulder and in my chest. I knew it was that pill she slipped me. However I couldn't do anything to stop it. I was beginning to grow angry.
There was a sound however that even if I didn't see it I knew what it was. A slide action of handgun. Stirred my full attention, her voice however made me even more angry. "So sad Russian but we must quit these games. So its time for you to die." M y instincts took over, the idea of being killed by a weapon I despised would not happen tonight. Her voice was all I needed to hear. Pushing off the ground I lunged toward her with a rage befitting a dragon of mythical time. My head made contact with her chin, I heard the gun drop and her form go falling back. Opening my eyes I saw blurred vision of her body sprawled out and beginning to stand back up.
"No you don't!" I drove my boot down on her outstretched hand which aimed for the gun. I heard the fingers break under the applied force.
"Ahhh!" The shrill scream of Christies was pleasant to my ears and it would level out the playing field a little more now wouldn't it. Christie jerked away and staggered back. Her form rising cradling her hand like an infant. "Come on you bitch, lets finish this. I will show you why I am the professional and you are just second hand trash." My words of bitter anger were focused directly on Christie and no one else. It could have been perceived I used my anger toward Donovan as well. However in this moment I didn't give a damn either way of in this conflict.
Christie would advance, using her good hand to force me to lean back. Stepping into me I felt my balance give way allowing her to throw me over her hip. Landing on my back I rose my arms up to block her leg which aimed to kick me in the face. Catching her foot I rolled around locking my left leg around hers and forcing her to fall back. "You think you know how to hurt someone. Let me show you true skill woman." I bellowed out my prediction, pulling hard on her ankle and pressing into her knee. A loud popped followed when I dislocated that joint with ease. Releasing and rolling backwards and back to my feet.
I then felt a sick pain growing in my stomach, I then would throw up falling onto my knees. Hands coming to catch me from falling face forward. Head lowered. I felt my body become cold, damn I took to long the shit she gave me. It was going to drain me. I couldn't fight anymore I was done.. I can't be done, I closed my hands tightly into a fist this was truly how it ends. I could hear the cries of Christie while she was trying to relocate her knee. Now so many thoughts were on my mind. I had no idea what to do now. Would Ayane make it out of here? I asked the question but why was I concerned about this woman.
"You!" Christie finally reset her knee and was now standing away from me. I could hear the anger in her voice she was a tad pissed off wasn't she. I found myself laughing a little in the thought, only to receive a kick into my chin which forced me up to sitting straight up on my knees. Blood pouring down my mouth and along the floor below.
"I hope they have a nice spot in hell for you Bayman." Christie now staggered a little from her wound was holding the gun aiming it toward my chest. My lips parting slowly, "I will be waiting on you then." Christie would now grin and laugh, "I will make sure your girlfriend the girl Ayane joins you soon!"
My eyes widened looking up, my concern for Ayane clear, I loved her.
BANG!!!
I felt the shot and my body fell forward, I was already feeling numb and cold, my body feeling blood pour from my chest, my vision going blurry. My lips uttered low as I slipped into the grip of death. "I love you Ayane..."
