@alexfangtalon
Jessie Goldman’s legs made it quite clear to her that they did not care for this much running. Not when she had been sitting on them for more than a week. Her muscles felt like jelly, and though blood had returned to her joints, they ached like the apocalypse. The army jacket she had stolen might not end up on the front cover of a fashion magazine, yet it did a rather good job keeping her warm.
She cursed herself for being this weak. Before this she had been training martial arts like crazy, making herself into a weapon that would launch her career into ultimate fighting.
Oh, right and you accidently paved the way for a psychotic warlord also. Might wanna feel bad about that also, she reminded herself. Images of ManHunter’s face flashed before her eyes. His tattooed forehead, the glasses he sometimes wore, the way he observed her both as a goddess and a juicy steak. Strange mix.
His minions were no doubt hunting her. Risking their lives so their master could get his meal, namely her. So that he could devour her, consume her soul and strengths and become mightier. That’s what he believed anyway.
Strengths, Jess quote inside her head and wanted to laugh. Right now, she was shaking. Not much of a warrior. Never had she imagined she would have to fight anywhere else than inside a cage. Surrounded and protected by rules.
Something that used to be a man growled at her and started to move. For a second Jess thought of drawing her Nodachi and creating a rotten kebab. Instead she turned the corner and a shopping mall revealed itself to her.
It was still early morning and the sun was setting over the seemingly abandoned place. The doors were open and by first glance, she was alone. Trying her best to imitate a ninja, she took a look around the nearby stores. Not a soul. Calmness had almost returned to her shivering body, as a car drove up to the entrance outside.
Shitty balls, and rotten luck!
Jess ran up against the wall right next to the door and covered herself with the a-bit-too-large-olive-army-jacket like a blanket. Quite a few piles of clothing were already lying there - a fairly good camouflage. Then she waited.
A male voice, not exactly deep, said something outside. Then his steps became louder and he entered, seemingly alone. She waited until he had taken a few more steps, then she jumped forward from her frog-crouch, sword first.
Her Japanese longsword stopped right at the area between Alex’s shoulder and neck, where it lingered.
“Easy there, tough guy. Not one single movement. Just wanna have a chat,” Jess whispered and tightened her grip on the weapon. Though tense, she had not forgotten her fencing lessons. “How about your opening statement for this little trial is whether or not you’re with ManHunter?”
Jessie Goldman’s legs made it quite clear to her that they did not care for this much running. Not when she had been sitting on them for more than a week. Her muscles felt like jelly, and though blood had returned to her joints, they ached like the apocalypse. The army jacket she had stolen might not end up on the front cover of a fashion magazine, yet it did a rather good job keeping her warm.
She cursed herself for being this weak. Before this she had been training martial arts like crazy, making herself into a weapon that would launch her career into ultimate fighting.
Oh, right and you accidently paved the way for a psychotic warlord also. Might wanna feel bad about that also, she reminded herself. Images of ManHunter’s face flashed before her eyes. His tattooed forehead, the glasses he sometimes wore, the way he observed her both as a goddess and a juicy steak. Strange mix.
His minions were no doubt hunting her. Risking their lives so their master could get his meal, namely her. So that he could devour her, consume her soul and strengths and become mightier. That’s what he believed anyway.
Strengths, Jess quote inside her head and wanted to laugh. Right now, she was shaking. Not much of a warrior. Never had she imagined she would have to fight anywhere else than inside a cage. Surrounded and protected by rules.
Something that used to be a man growled at her and started to move. For a second Jess thought of drawing her Nodachi and creating a rotten kebab. Instead she turned the corner and a shopping mall revealed itself to her.
It was still early morning and the sun was setting over the seemingly abandoned place. The doors were open and by first glance, she was alone. Trying her best to imitate a ninja, she took a look around the nearby stores. Not a soul. Calmness had almost returned to her shivering body, as a car drove up to the entrance outside.
Shitty balls, and rotten luck!
Jess ran up against the wall right next to the door and covered herself with the a-bit-too-large-olive-army-jacket like a blanket. Quite a few piles of clothing were already lying there - a fairly good camouflage. Then she waited.
A male voice, not exactly deep, said something outside. Then his steps became louder and he entered, seemingly alone. She waited until he had taken a few more steps, then she jumped forward from her frog-crouch, sword first.
Her Japanese longsword stopped right at the area between Alex’s shoulder and neck, where it lingered.
“Easy there, tough guy. Not one single movement. Just wanna have a chat,” Jess whispered and tightened her grip on the weapon. Though tense, she had not forgotten her fencing lessons. “How about your opening statement for this little trial is whether or not you’re with ManHunter?”