"Get up, Delilah, get up! I am not done with you," Alexia snarled, wiping away blood from her nose. Her ponytail bounced along, but it was no longer sleek. A few strays had escaped and framed around her face.
Delilah lay on the ground, moaning and writhing in pain. She cradled her side with her arm because some of her ribs were broken.
She spat out a gob of blood, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her neat, pin-straight black hair was dirty and messy, with sand and twigs in it.
Patches were missing in some areas, and her face was like a canvas of red, blue and purple.
"You haven't suffered enough, you b***h! Get up and fight me!" Alexia yelled, a tear dropping from her eye.
She reached angrily for her opponent and raised her by the hair. Delilah whimpered and tried to loo
