So, I finally read Fang.... (SPOILER ALERT!!) and i am so beyond ticked off!!! How dare he fake us into believing that everything was gonna be a-ok and then spring another epilogue on us!!!! Seriously? And then Fang leaves. LEAVES! SERIOUSLY?????? argh. anywho......here's a look at the Threat's fighting skills...she'll have a name eventually! I promise!
Max POV
"No shoes?" I asked skeptically, looking at the Threat's bare feet.
"Nope."
"Why not?" I asked. She shrugged, which I now knew meant, "'Cause my gut told me so."
"Okay, here's what we're gonna do," I announced. "Since I have been deemed the worst teacher ever," I shot a glare at Fang, whose mouth quirked up into a half smile, "you're going up against Iggy." Iggy nodded. "First, we'll see how long you last and then go from there!" Hey. Cut us some slack. We've never taught anybody, much less a new and weirdly talented bird-kid, how to fight.
We all backed up, with the exception of Iggy, who stepped in front of the Threat. "Um, okay...." she said, standing there awkwardly. "What am I supposed-" Iggy took a lazy swing at her head, which she easily dodged. At least she could do that much.
"She's defense-oriented, Max," Angel whispered. "She may not be able to punch hard, but I bet it'll take Iggy a while to land a hit." Sure enough, even as Iggy actually started to put effort into it, she dodged each punch, kick, and jab with perfect accuracy. I admit it. I was pretty surprised. About 2 minutes into it, however, the Threat froze, and Iggy followed suit.
"What's wrong?" I asked, going into panic mode. Had he heard Erasers? M-geeks? As soon as I spoke, she took a step away from Iggy. Oh. Now I see.
"Where is she?" murmured Iggy, confirming my suspicions. She was using other sounds to cover her already-silent footsteps; it was the reason she wasn't wearing shoes. I internally cheered. Why, you ask? Because something actually made sense, that's why!
What did I tell you, Maximum? my Voice chimed in cheerfully.
Shut up, I snapped. This isn't a good time. Surprisingly enough, the Voice made no comment.
Turning my attention back to the bird-kid version of quiet mouse, still mouse, I noticed that she had managed to take another step. Something was different though. She wasn't moving away from Iggy like the coward I thought she was, she was moving around him. Attacking from behind.
"Hey!" I blurted out indignantly, which only got the Threat 4 quick steps closer to Iggy. I got a sharp shut-up-you-idiot glare from Fang. Oops.
After a while-I don't even know how long it was- the Threat had managed to slither her way to about 3 feet behind Iggy. The silence was so deep, a pin coulda dropped and we all would've jumped a foot in the air. Which gave me an idea. Making one of my signature snap decisions, I gave a sharp clap, causing the Threat to suck in a tiny breath of surprise. But it was enough. Quick as lightning, Iggy spun around, landing an uppercut on her chin. Her head snapped back, but before Iggy could even lower his arm, the Threat recovered and jabbed his armpit. Iggy crumpled pitifully to the ground.
There was a long, tense silence.
"What the hell was that," Fang said in that creepy, deadly calm, voice he uses only for occasions like...well...this.
"You paralyze the enemy, you get away," the Threat answered quietly, helping a wobbly Iggy to his feet.
"You said you couldn't fight!" I accused. That dirty stinkin-
"And you'd call that a fight? That was hardly even ambush," she retorted. Stupid logic.
"Fine then," I said. "Put your shoes on. Nudge, you're up."
As soon as they started fighting, I noticed that Nudge was the only one throwing punches. The threat was just dodging and blocking. Figures.
"Stop!" I yelled, and they both froze. the Threat, who had bent backwards matrix-style, fell on her butt. And Nudge, startled by the sudden halt, was spun around in circles with the force of her own roundhouse kick. It was pretty dang hilarious. At least I think it was. I was too busy being annoyed.
"Okay, you can dodge," I said to the Threat, "but we already know that. Now you need to show us that you're not completely incompetent in the art of kicking people's butts. Got it?" She sighed and nodded her head. "Alright then. Proceed."
For the next couple of hours, everybody got a chance to fight with the Threat, giving her tips, showing her some moves, blah blah blah. We all pretty much kicked her butt, except for the Gasman. With a well-aimed, powerful kick to the back of his knee, the Threat had reduced him to pouty little lump on the floor. I, of course, cherished the opprotunity to beat the crap out of her.
It was the most fun I'd had all week.
Okay, that chapter was kinda lame, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't Review. In fact, I am going to pout until you do.
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