After more than a hundred years in this planet, living more than a dozen different lives, I had never once experienced getting kicked in the head by a pixie-looking girl that was smaller than me. So when the dorsal surface of a foot solidly connected to the side of my head guard, I was—for the lack of better words—surprised. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground, feeling like my soul had just left my body before it was forcibly brought back.
“Ow!” was all I could exclaim, alongside a string of curses. I could hear Mary laughing as she kneeled beside me. Apparently, my pain was worthy to bring her joy. I glared up at her as I sat, my head still spinning.
“Don’t worry, your head's still there,” she said, knocking on my head guard.
“Were you trying to kill me?” I asked as she helped m
