Vixen with her sword
“Eeep!”
She turned and aimed, but was attacked from the side. Whack! She was hit and then again. She stumbled to her feet and took her gun. It changed in her hands to a sword; thin and light but perfect for moving and cutting quickly. She was quick to block the inayofuata attack, but her foe swept her feet out from under her. She rolled over and flipped to her feet. She could feel her temper rising. A few zaidi perfects and she was on her knees. She blocked and got a hit it, feeling her sword cut into flesh. A ngumi, punch to the face sent her backwards.
“Is that all wewe got?”
She grit her teeth and charged, lashing out. She got in a few zaidi hits but it wasn't enough. She was pushed from behind.
“You're done.”
“No! I will beat you!”
“You can't beat me. wewe can barely control yourself.”
“Shut up!!”
Her temper ignited into moto that burned through the oxygen around them. Her head was slammed to the ground and the moto died with her will to fight. She was bruised and hurting. Weight fell from her back and she was rolled over. Sharp brown eyes looked at her. A kisu fell just beside her mussed hair.
“Bang. You're dead.”
Her eyes closed as she caught her breath. She could hear movement beside her.
“If wewe don't control your temper, wewe can't fight correctly.”
“What should I do?”
“Snuff it out. Learn how to keep your emotions out.”
“So...take my moyo out, in other words.”
“If that's what it takes. We survive to keep them safe. No matter the cost.”
She nodded and opened her eyes. To her surprise, her mentor was walking away in the same pair of high heeled boots from earlier; her steps were deadly silent. The noise was for my benefit. I have much to learn...
In the comfort of her room, she took her costume off and looked at the cuts she had been given. She touched one and smirked when it brought fresh pain. Good job.
Becca fighting Vixen
Jessie Bennett
