Chapter 12"You're a fighter, Rookie." Falstaff walked around the ropes of the boxing ring, rubbing his goatee. He was wearing a loose black tunic and pants, like the outfits Charlie had seen on martial arts competitors in movies. "You just don't know how to fight."
Charlie, who was standing in the middle of the ring in a white sweatshirt and sweatpants he'd given her, frowned. She felt a little silly to begin with, standing there while he circled and the other kids watched from the floor.
"When we ambushed you on the street, you fought hard. Did some damage, too." Falstaff grinned and rubbed his thigh where she'd kicked him. "That showed me you're scrappy, which is good. But you still didn't fight your way free in the end, did you?"
"It was three adults against one teenage girl,
