I kept on attacking him but he was always one step ahead. It was like he knew where I was going to attack, or maybe he is just really faster than me.
"Why are you not fighting back, mongrel?!" I asked beneath my gritting teeth when I realized he was just blocking my every attack and not doing anything to fight back.
"I am a gentleman. I do not hurt ladies."
Now he just added more fuel on my desire to kill him. Being discriminated because of my gender is the thing that could provoke me the most. Every time I hear such things, the faces of my angry parents always comes back like a haunting nightmare from the past. It makes me feel more urge to be strong, to be cruel, so that I could prove to everyone that I am not weak because I am a female.
"Too bad for you, this lady will end your life tonight."
"Indeed?" He smirked and dodged my attack again. "Kill me if you can, then."
