Chapter 207
He jumps up, turns and starts moving forward in a fluid motion someone his size shouldn’t be able
to do, but he made it look like nothing. He reaches me and grabs for my arm and I turn out of his
grasp only to be caught by his other arm. I take a swing of my own making an attempt to free myself
from his massive hand. He didn’t let go, but I know the contact affected him by the look on his face.
We keep this dance up for a little while. Close combat is something I am good at. My size usually
requires it, but it is difficult for my larger friends. I will take any advantage I can get.
He grabs my wrist and spins me, aiming for a headlock, but he overestimates my height and I slip
back under his arm, pulling him with me. He aims a punch at my rib cage which knocks all of my
breath out of my body and I see a flash of white for a brief second with the pain. He pulls down on
my wrist trying to get me to the ground again. I roll and hit him in the chest with as strong a kick as I
can muster at this point, but it was enough. He stumbles back, looks at me and smiles. It is the most
wickedly playful smile I have ever seen. The fire in his eyes let’s me know I am in deep sh*t.
He takes two running steps and jumps shifting in mid air. I don’t even hesitate to run forward, slide
under his shifting form and shift to my wolf as I stand to all fours and he lands facing me. His
massive rust colored wolf has his head tipped low to the ground, both amber eyes locked on me,
muscles rippling, tensed and ready to pounce on me.
My wolf shifts her chest low to the ground ready for anything. We can jump head on or dodge either
right or left. The benefit to being small is I am always close to the ground and I know how to brace
my center of gravity.
He charges at me and my wolf dodges right and aims a bite at his front left leg. He’s too quick for us
though and pivots just out of reach and whips his hind legs around to barrel into our side. We take
the hit and absorb it in a roll, back to our feet before he can pounce. We charge at him this time
taking the offense, he lowers his head anticipating a head on attack. Instead we jump up and over
his head landing on his back, another benefit to being smaller. We sink our teeth into the scruff of
his neck and clamp down like our life depends on it.
He flails around trying to knock us off, but we extend our claws and hang on for the ride. When I
look back on this I may laugh at the idea of me riding on his back like a horse. But, right now, I’m
determined to win this battle and survive. He whips his head down trying to throw me forward, but
my claws are doing me proud right now. As I have the thought though I feel a ripple under his skin
and he shifts below me and drops to the ground in human form. My weight follows him down, but he
tosses me sideways and I shit to match him, shoving the thought of being completely naked to the
very back of my mind so it can’t distract me.
He runs at me and drops low, shoving his shoulder into my hips and lifting me off the ground. We
are both so sweaty at this point he can’t get a good hold on me and I go up and over his shoulder.
Whipping my arm over his shoulder and putting him in a headlock. My height gives me an
advantage since he has to bend backward almost in half in this position.
“TIME!” Another trainer shouts.
I let go of Warrior Nickolas and step back, my friends are clapping and laughing behind me.
“Here.” A very large shirt is thrust in front of me.
I look over to see Wyatt. “Thank you.” I mumble through the shirt while I pull it on.
“I figured this would be easier than trying to get back in your teeny tiny stuff, just to have to shift
again.”
“That’s what a fight should look like.” Nickolas shouts, still breathing heavily from the fight. “She
didn’t just do the bare minimum and stay out of range. You will almost never find a fight like that.
She found opportunities to go on the offensive and take control of the fight instead of waiting for
things to happen. She used her size to her advantage, was quick to observe my movements and
learned throughout the fight. She has clearly seen a lot, experience makes us wiser and better not
age, many of you would do well to remember that.”