We move slowly toward each other, step by painful step, fists raised like a high noon showdown. We both know the only way these showdowns end is with one of us standing over her beaten rival. I think we are going to be squaring off and trading punches, not my strong suit but if I can work in a kick or two I might be able to put you down.
It is so quiet, even the birds have stopped singing, and our spectator must be holding his breath because the only sound is our excited tense tired breathing. I start to set myself to throw the first punch when you quickly slide to yer right and rush me with yer left arm extended out. I start to shift my weight and yer arm smashes hard into me right under my breasts in mid shift. Without having proper footing the impact drives me clean off my feet and backwards. The air whooshes from my mouth with a loud gasp that turns into a crying moan when my back crashes hard onto the wooden deck.
I’m lucky the back of my head didn’t hit or I’d probly be unconscious. As it is I’m stunned and gasping lying on my back with the wind knocked out of me from yer spear and the really hard landing.. One arm is draped over my heaving chest and I can see you start to pull up to yer hands and knees next to me on my right. Problem is, my brain is telling my body to move but my body is so battered that I’m doing it at like quarter speed. I start to slowly turn onto my left side and curl up to be less vulnerable to the attack I know is coming…
