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Anger and frustration welled up within you, and you struggled to rise to your full height, despite your opponent’s efforts to kneel on your back leg and keep you down. Piss, vinegar and righteous fury were the only motivating forces allowing you to push yourself this far.
Using your superior strength, you slipped your fingers under his arm and forcefully removed it from your throat. At the same time, you latched onto his suit, making it incredibly difficult for him to break away from you.
Upon realizing this, his crimson eyes went wide for a moment. Spurred on by this exciting development, you bent his arms to force him into a submission hold of your own invention!
But instead of bending the way you wanted him to, Bloodhound gave you yet another display of his flexibility and athleticism by flipping forwards, wrapping his leg around your throat and holding it firmly in place with his other leg.
In an instant, he created an impromptu chokehold with his legs! And the worst part was, you were stuck holding his body up by his arms. Sure, you thought of letting go of them in order to free yourself, but you felt that doing so would be an almost fatal mistake. He wouldn’t fall for the same thing twice.
Your mind was racing, and the only thing you could hear was the dull thud of your blood pounding in your ears. Your vision was getting blurry, and it was getting hard to stand up straight, let alone breathe.
You had to do something! You had to…
Had to…
And then, everything went black. Your surroundings and sensations faded away, along with your worries. You knew nothing at all.
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With a gasp, you shot up! You shook your head and glanced around the room with bleary eyes. Where the hell was Bloodhound? And why was this room so damn bright all of a sudden?
<span class="mu-g">“Oh good, you’re up!”</span> said a familiar voice.
You turned to see Gwen, a relieved smile on her face. Pan was lazily floating somewhere behind her, looking somewhat amused.
<span class="mu-g">“You’ve been out for a few hours.”</span> Gwen said.
You glanced down at the soft, fluffy bed that you were now laying on, and the white curtain that was obscuring the rest of the room. You must be in the medical wing. Her story checks out.
<span class="mu-g">“That tends to happen when you get your ass handed to you.”</span> Pan said, snickering to himself.
Gwen glared at him, but you were grateful that she couldn’t see your face right now. It was no doubt burning with a volatile mixture of shame and frustration. You were so damn tired of getting your shit pushed in by random guys that have casually mastered several forms of martial arts!
<span class="mu-g">“Don’t be mean, Lost Boy. Neither of us can beat Bloodhound in a straight fight.”</span> she shot back, before turning back to you. <span class="mu-g">“I think you actually managed to surprise him a few times. He said that you ‘Did well for someone without any formal training’.”</span>
Great. Now he’s talking down to you.
(Cont.)
