"Get inside the car." The leader holding his broken parts ordered.
With a deep sigh, Mia looked at the little girl and entered inside.
The van started to move with Mia and Lil girl as a scapegoat.
"You really wanna hold back that child?" Looking at the leader sitting in the front, Mia questioned.
"Throw her out." Leader declared and the van stopped.
"Dear, stay here. Someone will come and pick you. Don't worry, ok?" Mia smiled at her.
The girl nodded and was pushed out of the van.
...
Reaching the base, the leader smirked.
"We will show you the real deal now."
Pushing her on the ground, he sat on his thrown.
She was calm but her mind was galloping her next move.
"Who are you?" He questioned.
"Mia Brown." It was the first time she had boldly declared her identity in an open ground.
His team had a horrified look, petrified to even pick a dagger against her.
"Hmm, so you are the one." He scanned her face thoroughly.
The glint of the golden glow in her eyes was what loathed him the most.
He had seen them somewhere, those resembled someone but he was too lazy to speculate as right now teaching her a lesson was worth important.
"Let's get to the business. If I win a duel, you should obey my orders. If you win, I will sleep with you."
Her bold statement stupefied the mere spectators.
With a sarcastic laugh, he mumbled,
"You stand true to your rumours."
"Let's not waste time. You won't get such an opportunity again."
"Sure Sure."
"Someone release her hands, "
But before anyone could even flinch, she meticulously stripped the loose bindings from her wrists and hands, darting every man with her fierce eyes ready to prey them, play with them and push them to the hell.
Tossing the rope aside she flexed her hands, bending each of the joints of her fingers warming herself for the fun yet to laud her.
"Which weapon you wanna choose?" He stretched his hands imitating her actions as if afraid of being an inferior.
"Lads first, " Her sarcastic slur boiled his blood to an extent of balling his fist just to punch that sassy mouth.
"Swordplay?" He asked to which she shrugged.
She knew it was not a small clan but she wasn't afraid to attend them, kill them single-handedly.
...
Rooftop.
The roof turned into a battleground with people surrounding the two contenders, ready to witness a bloodbath, a brutal combat which would be penned in the history pages.
He tossed a sword and she caught it at the right time.
Weighing the sword in her right hand, she slashed it delicately at the air with a novice-like apprehension, and as she did so her bright reflection danced warmly within the cool steel.
Even though Mia had little idea of swords, her master had thought to weigh the opponent not the quality of a weapon and she was bound to unleash the man in front of her.
"Kill her!!! Kill her!!! Kill her!!!"
"Martin!!! Martin!!!"
"Martin!!! Martin!!! Martin!!!"
"Martin!!!! Martin!!! Martin!!! Martin!!!"
The loud hail started piercing her ear. The name of her opponent cheered by his men added fuel to her impeding patience. And her glare was enough to shut their shits.
She observed the cowardly sitting crowd and at her look, they sat stiffly with tension sheathed faces announcing their discomfort loudly in the grieve silence.
Turning around, she kissed her weapon warning it to bind with her strikes and then eyed the man enough for him to take the charge.
Swords weren't her best foot but she was nowhere less than an exceptional veteran.
Clang. Clang. Clang.
The fight took its flight and the crowd dared to hail their master hoisting her vigour to win.
He was a veteran and his every move was outrageous but she was patient, patient to tire the tiger by defending his strikes.
Minutes passed and all she did was defend his remarkable moves prying his anger and impatience.
"Youuuuuuuuuu!" He barged at her this time with the extra power of frustration provoking him to finish her, her bewitching smirk.
And the crowd shied back as she, in all youth and lean muscle, leapt
catlike from her rim, waving the hooked blade in the air before clashing it with its opponent.
"Arghhhhhhhhh."
Her roar peered the spectator's ears as she whirled and squatted down gaining that extra power to stop his attack.
And there it was, her sword just an inch away from her face and his sword trying to succumb her face.
With a smirk, head held high, her eyes piercing his soul, she elbowed his shoulder and her force was enough for him to stumble at the sudden jolt.
She got up and without wasting a second, she swung her sword right towards his left hand
and,
"Ahhhhhhhhhh."
His fingers were cut, his hand was now fingerless and his shriek freaked his men to wail at loss.
His weapon touched the ground as he was now busy shrinking in pain, supporting his bloodshed hand with the other.
Caressing the blood on her sword, she smirked,
"Tch Tch Tch. How gonna you cum now without fingers?"
Her words, those slutty words raged him. And without waiting he took his sword and continued to charge.
They fought but just the strikes and defends bored the spectators at the same visual.
Advancing and,
Advancing.
The man charged at her with the hooked blade upheld, going to her
foreswing and following it with a backswing.
Mia dodged the first and met the second with her broadsword. The weight of his strength sent her blade back, back, back… but not far
enough to knock the blade free of her hands.
"Arghhh." She growled and pushed him back.
And both stumbled back at an uneven rift.
"WOAHHHHH!"
The crowd roared with delight at their separation as there master for the first time thwarted the blazing queen.
Her eyes gleamed with anger, hunger to unleash his flesh. And before anyone could see, she swayed her sword.
"Ahhhhhhh" Her grunt was louder than a thunderstorm shrieking even the wailing fox.
She waved the hooked blade in figure eights multiple times before touching his flesh
and with a smirk, she craved a big X Mark on his body.
The onlookers couldn't believe their eyes. Just Just Just Just a few seconds and their master was now defenceless.
His knees failed to hold him straight. Like a loser, he fell on the ground with pain invading like a mourning death.
"Ugh Ugh Ugh."
He coughed and blood started to pour out.
His left out fingers trembled. Touching the blood surging like a stream out his mouth, he looked at his fingerless hand.
He He He had lost to a mere woman, he who had mastered swords failed to kill a young girl.
But before he could get up, she swayed her sword and jabbed right through his abdomen.
And,
Srchhhhhhh.
She took it out in a second, blood sprinkling her white skin, her clear face.
Thud.
He reached his dead-end as blood started to shed the clear floor.
She wiped a stain of blood on her cheek, declaring herself as the righteous winner of the night.
The spectators hugged their shoulders as goosebumps never left them throughout the fight.
Looking at the lethal lady who didn't bat an eye while stabbing their master, they cringed into a ball like a tiny fetus.
But it was not the end.
Two men from the crowd barged at her with swords hanging low on their backs.
"Fools." Mumbling she gave her best not expecting the worst as her victory.
The fight continued, blood bathed the roof and it was no less than a fantasy fight to watch.
Her every move, her every counter strike was on par but too bad the more she fought, the more men appeared in the front.
She was a human too as her body started to give up but not her mind.
As she continued to fight with men like a Warrior, a mixture of blood and sweat ran throughout her body.
As she saw the increasing number of men, she couldn't help but sigh.
Bruises were all over the body, but a sudden attack weakened her guards.
Trying her best, she avoided all the major strikes but in this hustle, a sword creased her abdomen hanging her guards low.
Her knees gave up as pain invaded her soul, she fell with a thud, she tried but her legs gave up as blood streamed out of her injured waist.
The crowd was on its feet, shouting and screaming a war cry of its own as finally, their brothers defeated the feisty queen.
All the men surrounding her lowered their guards and let out a mocking laugh.
But the night covered her vicious smirk.
She tightened her sword, with head bent low she let out a sarcastic laugh surprising everyone.
She continued to laugh covering her bloodstream with the other hand.
The crowd fell silent waiting for her to speak.
"You little flies swarming on a horse shit, what do you think?" Her words, her loud voice continued overpowering every single man.
"Do you think a normal lady could beat the shit out of all these men." She looked at 20 or so man who fought with her this long.
"I killed around 10 men in just an hour."
"Do you think a young girl next to your door would do such a thing?"
Her eyes scanned their souls making them retract their steps. Some even dropped their weapons while few in the crowd got ready to run away as fast as they could.
"Who do think I am?" Supporting herself with the sword, she got up.
A man barged towards her.
Clang.
Conterstriking his attack, she glowered at him and his legs started to tremble.
She swayed her sword and clashed every strike supporting her wound with the left hand.
And before anyone could bat their eyes, she swirled around with a grunt,
"Grrrrrrr"
And,
Thud.
His head was cut, rolling on the ground like a ball it halted in front of the crowd while his body fell on her feet.
Goosebumps evoked their bodies, every single strand of hair stood straight, the wind stopped to blow, afraid of being her next prey.
"Who do you think I am?" Holding her stomach, she glowered.
"I am the infamous Hooligan of Han Clan."
Her hoarse voice echoed in their ears. Many fainted in shock while the men in the front leaned down. Bowing as low they as could, they cried in vain.
"Madam, forgive us." One clasped his hand's tears flooding like rain.
And everyone followed the suit. But she stood there, leaning on her sword like a vicious queen from the Victorian Era.
"You should have thought it before kidnapping me." Even though her body was weak, her voice thundered like a lioness portraying the power she had, the power to rule the world!
"Do you think I will forgive you for these bruises?"
The left out crowd immediately went on their knees. Only if they knew, if they had a clue, they would have hailed her name, supported her betraying their own clan, their own master.
If one viewed from the sky, it more looked like a warzone covered with blood, dead bodies, tears and war cries. What would attract was the lone soul standing tall, like a demon in front of the pleading humans.
"If not this swordplay, I would have killed every one of you with my bare hands."
"Do you know why?"
"You You You have mastered in action. You have mastered in ruling the underground. You have mastered in guns. You You You, "
"Stop it." She scolded and the man immediately shut his mouth.
"My weakness as always been swordplay but my master would be happy at this rapid growth of mine." She grinned and later hissed as the pain crushed her spirit.
"No No No, Madam, you have mastered sword fighting too. You You tired all of us, we we we know if not that wound we we we would have been d di di di."
"You will anyhow die now." Her words crushed their last hopes to live.
"In the underground, either you die or win."
The blood didn't stop flowing out. But she didn't lose. She was the same feisty queen, who would die only after chopping her enemy, whether it be one or million.
As she was about to continue, choppers started covering the dark area with bright lights.
She covered her eyes at sudden brightness and frowned deeper.
But as the lights turned dark, she removed her hand only to see a man with a face as white as a ghost.
Clank.
The sword was freed from her hold.
Her look turned darker as she knew everything would be over, her budding love would be crushed by this side of hers.
Ian still stood their dazed, completely bewildered at the bloodbath in front of him. His mind was blank looking at her state, looking at the murderous aura she was emitting right now.
He scanned the dead bodies, the cut head looking at him with wide dead eyes, roof covered with a river of blood, people kneeling in front of her, the fainted bodies here and there, he he he never expected her to be this vicious.
As he was busy within an unease, unable to digest the brutal scene in front him, Mia fainted out.
And as her body fell down, he came back to senses.
He ran towards her and held her body.
"Mia Mia Mia, wake up."