Chapter 0207


    He jumps up, turns and starts moving forward in a fluid motion someone his size shouldn’t be able


    to do, but he made it look like nothing. He reaches me and grabs for my arm and I turn out of his


    grasp only to be caught by his other arm. I take a swing of my own making an attempt to free myself


    from his massive hand. He didn’t let go, but I know the contact affected him by the look on his face.


    We keep this dance up for a little while. Closebat is something I am good at. My size usually


    requires it, but it is difficult for myrger friends. I will take any advantage I can get.


    He grabs my wrist and spins me, aiming for a headlock, but he overestimates my height and I slip


    back under his arm, pulling him with me. He aims a punch at my rib cage which knocks all of my


    breath out of my body and I see a sh of white for a brief second with the pain. He pulls down on


    my wrist trying to get me to the ground again. I roll and hit him in the chest with as strong a kick as I


    can muster at this point, but it was enough. He stumbles back, looks at me and smiles. It is the most


    wickedly yful smile I have ever seen. The fire in his eyes let’s me know I am in deep sh*t.


    He takes two running steps and jumps shifting in mid air. I don’t even hesitate to run forward, slide


    under his shifting form and shift to my wolf as I stand to all fours and hends facing me. His


    massive rust colored wolf has his head tipped low to the ground, both amber eyes locked on me,


    muscles rippling, tensed and ready to pounce on me.


    My wolf shifts her chest low to the ground ready for anything. We can jump head on or dodge either


    right or left. The benefit to being small is I am always close to the ground and I know how to brace


    my center of gravity.


    He charges at me and my wolf dodges right and aims a bite at his front left leg. He’s too quick for us


    though and pivots just out of reach and whips his hind legs around to barrel into our side. We take


    the hit and absorb it in a roll, back to our feet before he can pounce. We charge at him this time


    taking the offense, he lowers his head anticipating a head on attack. Instead we jump up and over


    his headnding on his back, another benefit to being smaller. We sink our teeth into the scruff of


    his neck and mp down like our life depends on it.


    He ils around trying to knock us off, but we extend our ws and hang on for the ride. When I


    look back on this I mayugh at the idea of me riding on his back like a horse. But, right now, I’m


    determined to win this battle and survive. He whips his head down trying to throw me forward, but


    my ws are doing me proud right now. As I have the thought though I feel a ripple under his skin


    and he shifts below me and drops to the ground in human form. My weight follows him down, but he


    tosses me sideways and I shit to match him, shoving the thought of beingpletely naked to the


    very back of my mind so it can’t distract me.


    He runs at me and drops low, shoving his shoulder into my hips and lifting me off the ground. We


    are both so sweaty at this point he can’t get a good hold on me and I go up and over his shoulder.


    Whipping my arm over his shoulder and putting him in a headlock. My height gives me an


    advantage since he has to bend backward almost in half in this position.


    “TIME!” Another trainer shouts.


    I let go of Warrior Nicks and step back, my friends are pping andughing behind me.


    “Here.” A veryrge shirt is thrust in front of me.


    I look over to see Wyatt. “Thank you.” I mumble through the shirt while I pull it on.


    “I figured this would be easier than trying to get back in your teeny tiny stuff, just to have to shift


    again.”


    “That’s what a fight should look like.” Nicks shouts, still breathing heavily from the fight. “She


    didn’t just do the bare minimum and stay out of range. You will almost never find a fight like that.


    She found opportunities to go on the offensive and take control of the fight instead of waiting for


    things to happen. She used her size to her advantage, was quick to observe my movements and


    learned throughout the fight. She has clearly seen a lot, experience makes us wiser and better not


    age, many of you would do well to remember that.”Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org