The bloodlust took over. I was going to kill her if I could. She wouldn’t take Candido from me. I felt maybe a little faster, a little stronger. I thought I would finally strike her, but before I realized it, she had moved, darting forward and slamming her fist into my face. It felt hard and unyielding. My jaw cracked. I felt a sharp pain in my nose, then I crashed to the ground. Before I could get up, she was on me, wrenching my arms behind my back and binding me.
“Let me go!” I screamed. “Let me go, you evil b***h!”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been called a b***h by someone I did nothing to.” She sighed and plopped down a few feet away. I saw her pulling something off her hand: metal knuckles. My face swelled and I felt blood dripping down my nose.
“Are you going to tell me who
