Someone had taught her extremely well. Speed was her biggest weapon, but she was tiring quickly and beginning to telegraph her move combinations to me.
Not once had I hit out at her, and she sensed her imm inent loss, if I were to. She set me up for a big hit meant to end it all in her panic to end the fight and I left myself open for it, but I tensed hard in preparation.
As her double kick landed it collided with my forced te nsion, which was the greater of the strengths involved. The force of her kick vibrated back into her and she fell hard to the roof with a cry of pain. I saw her face briefly, as she rolled away and it reflected nothing but pain and misery of defeat.
It actually hurt me to see such an expression of defeat on one as brave as her. She kept scuttling away from me on the rooftop, as one of her legs appeared injured.
In alarm I saw her objective and dove for her as I yelled, “No!”
But she was gone over the edge of the roof. Desperately I peered over to see her land hard on an old fire escape twenty feet down the side of the building. This chick was nuts and I liked it! With concern I watched her hobble to her feet and start limping down the stairs as fast as she could go.
Wow! She had beauty, but more than that she now had my respect, in a way a woman perhaps had never had before.
“Ready or not honey here I come.” I said, before flipping over the edge after her.
The landing was a hard one, but she was worth it. I star ted down the stairs after her. As we neared the bottom she fell the last ten feet to the ground, but gamely she popped up and started out in a hobbling run.
Just then forty or more people converged on her from both sides of the street. They knocked her to the ground, as they cried out in glee at their capture of her. Something snapped within me at the sight of what had just happened. At some point she had ceased from being just a dalliance in the pas sing to being my woman. I reached for the sword behind my back, as I jumped off the platform for the street below with my cry of war sounding loud in my own ears.
Asia made her way down the stairs in a panic knowing that the big man would follow. Every step caused her pain, as she placed weight on her twisted ankle, but it only helped goad her on in her effort to escape. The big man on the rooftop terrified her.
He’d appeared without making a sound and to behold him had been like looking at the heart of something wild and unchained. He’d offered her bear meat! There were no bears in the city! He was a cannibal no doubt and he’d been offe ring her a chunk of someone he’d butchered to be sure!
She’d attacked him out of desperation only to find hitting him had the effect of colliding with an oaken beam. It hurt. He blocked her attempts with greater skill than she had, which meant that he would likely win any fight between them and the thought of being at the wild man’s mercy had completely freaked her out.
She had been just guessing that there was a fire escape on that side of the building, when she had toppled over the edge. The wild man had even been wearing clothes fashioned out of leather. Where had he gotten so much leather in the city from?
“Oh God!” She said, as her mind seized up with the awful answer to that thought.
Her pace quickened and she gladly leaped off the pla tform for the hard street below. Desperation to escape the butcher behind her drove her to her feet into as hard a run as she could muster and then they were upon her kicking and grasping at her. She sank to the ground with a moan of despair. Forget the wild man’s beastly appetites for her flesh, what would the masters of the Code do to her?
She had failed!
Miserably she clutched her pack to her, as if she could protect the priceless information contained within, from the stupid masses gathered around her clamoring for a payout. There were screams and wild yells and then the sound of running. Running?
She glanced up. Everyone