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- But Glory Girl paid her sister no mind, and she zoomed at me, racing across the hallway without her feet ever touching the ground.
- “You shoulda stayed down, bitch!”
- She swung at me again with a fist that could shatter concrete. It was reflex more than intention that moved my body, and I ducked under her blow; she zipped overhead without even skimming me. Then, as I straightened to face her, she stopped just as suddenly as she started and turned back around to face me, too.
- The expression on her face was livid.
- The inexplicable terror sharpened and grew, and I felt a cold sweat break out on my brow. I had no idea what my face looked like, if it reflected the fear inside of me, but with a supreme effort of will, I shoved that fear away. I had faced Lung, after all. I couldn’t let myself be intimidated by Glory Girl. I couldn’t let myself be cowed by her. I couldn’t let myself roll over and let her do as she pleased.
- The feeling tugging on the inside of my chest told me that I wasn’t allowed to run away.
- Glory Girl rocketed towards me, again, and I braced my legs, one forward, one back, and waited for her to come close. It was going to take expert timing, because there wasn’t much room for error, here, but I was finally putting these skills to use.
- At what felt like the last possible moment, I leapt upwards, tucking my legs into my chest, and passed over her arm, missing her by about two inches. Like a gymnast, I stuck the landing on the balls of my feet.
- Leaping Over a Blow.
- I squashed the curl of excitement that whirled in my belly. I was doing it. I was using Aife’s martial arts for the first time in an actual fight, and they were working.
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