Retnikopf: Widow Of Siberia (old Version)

Chapter 2 - Quarter Staff

As she went through the halls and rooms of the building she had been hired to protect, Vienna found a mop that looked useful. Without a care for the threat that was currently in the building, she walked over and snapped the mop head off. She took a knife from the back of her belt and held it at snapped end, tieing it on by winding a significant length of her grappling hook wire around it. Using the knife to cut the wire free from her belt.

"That's an interesting use of your surroundings," Alexei's voice rung in her ears, causing a slight discomfort in her neck and a small smile on her face, "especially considering you have dual swords on your back."

"You know if I knew it was going to be you next," Vienna chuckled, not turning to face him but continuing to look down at the weapon she made, "I would've held off making this."

"You don't plan on holding back huh?" he laughed, clicking his neck as he got ready for the fight. He had heard from Yelena that Vienna was going to come after them so he knew there wasn't a way of talking her down, "You're making your old man feel all special."

"Please," Vienna said, a smirk on her face as she spun the stick and turned to face him finally, "I proved I was better than you when I was twelve. I don't think that I won't be able to beat you without trying, I just want you to cry the way I did when you would beat me."

With a dash forward, Vienna held off attacking first to duck under his arm. When fighting someone bigger and stronger than she was, she had to think tactically. If she could get out of his reach then she could win with ease. And with Alexei having let himself go in prison, he was even slower than before and she'd already beaten the Red Guardian in his prime.

She jumped and kicked off of the wall to quickly change direction and swung with her stick, slicing open the back of his knees. Through both suit and skin. Alexei fell to the floor with a yell of pain as Vienna landed daintily in her feet, reminiscent of her skill in ballet. He wasn't getting up again.

"No tears for me yet?" Vienna asked, waltzing round Alexei, "how's your arm?"

In a swift movement, she jabbed the knife on the end of her stick into the spot on his arm where the knife she had thrown on the day she got back from space had landed. He yelped again.

"Not even one?" Vienna made a forced pouty face as she leaned on the top of the stick, pinning Alexei's arm to the floor.

"Are you really going to kill me?" he asked, a hitch faintly heard in his voice, "Vienna, what are you doing?"

"My job," Vienna sighed, pulling the knife from his arm and standing up properly.

With a bored expression, Vienna went to strike Alexei in the face with the knife end of the stick but stopped when she saw a single tear roll down his face.

"I knew you cared," Alexei choked through tears as he began to cry properly, a smile wide on his face.

"But you never did," Vienna said in almost a whisper.

Changing her mind, she spun the stick round and decided to knock him out with the other end. Leaving him unconscious with his injuries.