FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 23

His blue eyes narrowed on her. "You know I won't."

She sighed and closed her eyes. "I suppose I do..."

Alex looked back and forth between the two, remaining quite, in all honesty she had been through her own kinds of brawls with people, but this... this was different, this wasn't a fight, far from it. It felt like a test, one of skill and ability. The air around Charla seemed to change, before she was mellow, relaxed and unnerved, but now her body was still the same yet the way she seemed to look at Joel said she was weighing his skill. Judging his total merit before even making a move, all the while remaining silent though it all with only the wind rustling the leave in the nearby trees.

When Charla let out a slow even breath she opened her eyes looking fierce as she remained how she stood, she took no stance, none whatsoever as she merely looked a Joel, waiting in silence.

So you want me to attack first then huh? Joel thought as he clenched his fist and leapt forwards. Fine let's see how you like this!

Charla merely dodge it, taking a step to the side, she moved fluidly as she kept avoiding his punches and kicks, as if waiting for an opening. When she found one she went for a strike, with both palms flat against his chest making him stagger back. Gritting his teeth he tried to get her on the offensive but nothing seemed to work on her, her eyes kept shifting watching his every move, Joel had taken kickboxing in the past, but this girl seemed to be on a completely different level then him, no an entirely different league. She was a challenge, and Joel was never the type to back down from one, even if he knew it was stupid, it was just something in him.

He threw another punch but this time instead of dodging or smacking his arm away Charla grasped his wrist and elbow with her hands before kicking him in his calf to get him off balance then flipping him over to land on his back, before taking several steps back as if waiting for another attack.

But then Alex's attention was soon drawn to a person who let out a long whistle. "Man she threw you for a loop, literally. I thought they only did that in those Kung-fu movies."

"What the...?" Alex couldn't help but say aloud. "Fox?"

The Native American boy with the black hair and red highlights looked to Alex and smiled. "Hey Al, been a while, how you doing?"

"Why are you and Sabin here?" Alex asked indicating to the other, rather very tall, dark skinned young man that stood near Fox.

"Just to see the goof getting his butt kicked by the girl, that's all. Sabin and I kept telling him that fighting her would probably be a super bad idea, seeing as how she basically trounced him yesterday from just smacking his arms away. It was awesome, sad, but awesome."

Charla looked at Joel who was still on the ground before closing in the distance and offering a hand to him. Joel eyed her hand suspiciously before taking it.

"Thanks..." he muttered before looking to the other two boys. "And who are you calling sad Fox? I'd like to see you try fighting her!"

"Dude, I don't even know her," he glanced to Sabin. "Do you?"

Sabin merely shook his head.

"I was taught by my father, in my family we've been told that self-defence is needed since our family background has been riddled with kidnappings in the past."

Fox looked intruded. "Oh? And what family is that?"

"Liebert," she said and Fox went still.