Lifting my hand to my mouth, I lick the blood and rain off them. “Tastes like victory,” I mock.
Wiping the blood from his busted face, he stumbles, eyes blinking rapidly. I clocked him pretty good. “You …” he chokes out. “You …”
“Ryat,” I remind him of my name since he seems to have forgotten.
He charges me once again, this time much slower than the last. Sidestepping him, I lift my arm and let him run into it. My forearm hits his Adam’s apple, knocking him off his feet and flat on his back.
He rolls over onto his side, coughing and grabbing at his throat. I take the chance and kick him in the face and blood gushes from his now broken nose.
I fall to my knees, straddling him. My hands wrap around his throat, cutting off his air.
His hands slap my arms, feet kick, and hips buck undern
