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This is Not Our Fate

Cody got his feet under him, swept forward, pressing his momentary advantage. She ignored the weapon on the ground, wisely choosing to fight instead of distract herself with scrambling after the blaster. He was heavier and larger than she, and he used his weight against her, planting his feet solidly so he wouldn't be thrown off them again, and using all the strength he could push up from his torso to drive a fist at her head.

Then she was suddenly lower, bending backward in an impressive display of flexibility and balance, his fist connecting with only air as he tried to stop before he overextended his reach. His fist opened, fingers grasping, as he saw her black gloved ones move into place on his wrist and forearm.

There was no time to even curse before he felt her thin fingertips driving sharply into clusters of nerves, and her grip suddenly became hard as iron, turning his arm even as she uprighted herself. He floundered, his hand clasping fabric even as he was forced to fling himself forward to avoid her snapping his arm out of its socket.

His scream of pain was short, the sound cut off as he slammed into the street hard enough to knock the air from his lungs. He gasped, vaguely noting that she'd released his arm as he rolled onto his back.

"If I kill you now, you can't report back."

The rest of Chapter 1 of This is Not Our Fate can be found under my profile. Enjoy!

~Queen