We were all shocked at how my fighting skills got so much better in no time. I can’t explain how it happened. I didn’t even know about it until I trained with Uncle Marcus. And now, Uncle Fred just concluded our hand to hand combat lessons.
I ended up having a busted lower lip, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. My left arm is twisted along with a broken rib or two. I also got hit in the left eye and I can feel it getting swollen right now. I bet that I will have a black eye later.
But Uncle Fred had it worse. Actually he is the first one to surrender.
He is now sprawled on the ground, spitting blood. I think I hit him too hard on the guts.
“Sorry.” I mumbled, my voice overflowing with guilt.
“It’s okay Princess, just give me a few minutes to rest and I will be back in sha
