The Run To Quinn

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I went for option one with a twist. I elbowed his nose and he dropped my leg, causing me to fall. I rolled back just as he went to get revenge for what I did.

"Defense." He muttered. "I'm on defense." He reminded himself. He was pissed is what he was.

I tried to run and grab his legs, hoping to get him on the ground. But instead of that happening, he took me and spun me around. My back was pressed to his stomach. He took my arms and crossed them over my chest. "Tap out or you'll suffocate." He whispered in my ear.

I put one leg behind his and pulled, knocking one leg lose. There wasn't much slack since he was an experienced fighter but there was enough.

I elbowed his side and pulled myself from his grasp. I tried to make another shot to his face but I had done that too many times and he saw it coming. He reeled back and instead of being on defense still he punched my gut.

Finally. Excitement.

He tried to go for my face as well but I caught his arm and flipped him over me. I turned to continue but he was standing faster than I thought he would have been.

He kicked the back of my legs and my stomach fell to the dirt. I hopped up, my blood pumping.

I jumped up and spun. I made it look like I was going to kick him with my left foot and he ducked down at the last second. He didn't see my right foot coming straight towards him. It hit his ear. Marshal taught me that.

Pierce grunted as his forearm hit my stomach, making me grunt. His fist hit my face and I felt my head get sent back. His foot hit my chest and I was on the ground.

I tried to get up but one of his feet were on my chest. "One, two—" if he got to five I lost the first match and we automatically went to round 2.

"Three—"

I pulled his leg up and he lost balance as his head smacked the ground. I climbed over on top of him, straddling him. I sent one out punch to his head.

He flipped us over so he was on top of me. Blood and sweat dripped down on top of my face, mixing with my own. "You're lucky. If you were anyone else I'd all but kill you right here."

I felt my head get dizzy and my eyes widened. He pulled his fist back. "Knocking you out will do. Unless you tap out."

I spit blood onto his face.

I saw black.

***

I woke up sitting against a wall, Marshal sitting next to me with a rag.

"What's going on, Quinn?" He asked, shaking his head.

I sighed heavily, the action hurting my nose. "Nothing. Thank you, Marshal. You don't have to—" He put the rag on my cheekbone and I hissed.

Marshal winced too. "You... are lying. What's wrong?"

I shrugged, widening my eyes. "Honest to the moon answer, I don't know. I've just been sick and I can't sleep and something is coming." I sounded delusional saying it out loud. Of course my mate seemed like he was coming. But it didn't feel like he was. I just felt tired.