— Well, your answer was predictable. But maybe you can still tell me what exactly you came for? If this is some kind of thing unrelated to my affairs and politics, I think I can exchange it for my peace of mind and
an undisturbed
house.
— Does the girl really like to fight and kill…
This is the moment I chose to strike. Arjun obviously watched my fight with the Veteran, so he roughly represents the speed of my "jerk". And most likely comes from the fact that I was holding back. In fact, I'm not going to show everything I'm capable of under windows and cameras. Given the style of my fight on the street, I bet he was counting and was ready for a "jerk". And I got a "lightning". Ten centimeters thick. The same one that I burned out in half for a salary supplement for M1 "Abrams" researchers. In six seconds. Well, maybe a couple of tenths of seconds longer. The problem with lightning, like most witcher abilities, is that it is very short-lived. My personal (and world, by the way) record is seven and three tenths of a second. However, the Teacher who flew to the windowsill had half a second to get lost. What you need for a "breakthrough".
Exit — and I kick the Hindu in the body with all my strength. The reception is exactly the same as on the veranda, "mae gary kekomi" — a direct heel kick to the chest. And just like on the veranda, I combined a kick with a "push", but this time I put everything I could into it. "Lightning", "jerk", "kick-push" — all this was enough for the Indian Teacher to fly into the street, knocking out the lower part of the window with his body along with the wall. The element of ice, like some others, such as water, is traditionally considered inconvenient for fighting in a confined space. "Ice spikes" and "spears" from any surface that surrounds you, this, I'll tell you, is not cool. And the fact that he was standing in front of the window didn't mean anything—I would have thrown him out anyway.
Approaching the gap in the wall, he went into a "jerk" and came out of it already on the ground, "rolling over". Taking out the "Spit", he began to fire at the Indian, quickly approaching. Having made a turn of three hundred and sixty degrees, he dodged the "ice arrow". A jump, a step, and here I am behind the enemy's back, not stopping shooting all the time, by the way. Having blocked the elbow blow with his knee, he hit in response with a "gap" in the temple. I lower my still raised leg onto the Teacher's ankle, pushing him with the barrel of the "Spit" in my right hand, and with the knee of the lowered leg I hit the stomach of the falling fighter. Do not forget to apply the "push" in a weakened form, so as not to fly too far. And while he's flying, I hit him with a lightning bolt from my left hand, putting the "Spit" in the holster. So when the fighter landed, two electric arcs rested on him. The three seconds in which he was able to get up, covering himself with his hands, were, apparently, not sugar for him. After all, "lightning" is a thing! Even Teachers get through to the guts, it's a pity that it takes a lot of effort. I go to the side, finishing with "lightning" and successfully avoiding a whole series of "ice arrows". I wanted to smack an electric charge again, but the Indian finally showed that he was also not slurping noodles. The "ice shield" that appeared in front of him completely covers the fighter from me. I run straight to the shield and, jumping on a two-meter barrier, I go straight from it into a "jerk", instantly approaching the enemy and rolling behind him. A cut, and, lifting his leg, the Hindu, who is leaving from the blow, takes a step back. Danger! The "air fist" forward and the "jerk" back save me from the "ice spikes" that appeared in the place where I had just been. Another "jerk" to the right, and some blue glowing stuff the size of a fist flies past me and spreads waves of cold. Again danger and another "jerk", this time to the left. To my right and slightly behind me, this something... explodes, and an island with a radius of six meters turns into an icy desert.
I turn my head in the direction of the nigger and meet his gaze. Legs shoulder-width apart, slightly stiffened, and a serious-serious look. Apparently, he also appreciated my "lightning". He doesn't know that I can't hold her for long. Looking into my eyes, the Hindu claps his hands, and again, just in case, I leave with a "jerk" to the side. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice that a three-meter ice cage has grown out of the ground in the place where I just stood. Hmm, that's better. I somehow sinfully thought that they wanted to kill me purely, but it's okay, we're walking.
Another clap, and I "jerk" closer to the enemy. Behind me is the second cage, and in front of me is an extremely surprised Teacher. He clearly didn't expect me to be able to travel such a distance. He purposely moved twenty meters away, which I was not supposed to overcome, but, alas for him, all this time I was leading him by the nose, trying to convince him that fifteen meters is the limit. How does he know that my maximum is thirty—one meters?
Step close to him and slightly sideways. A wave of terrible cold, painted in a bluish color, flies past me, and I'm already striking, putting all possible force into them and alternating them with a "break". The "gap" makes him wince every now and then. And ordinary blows, despite the "armor", clearly cause harm. It's like taking a bullet on an armor — the protection may hold, but the bruise will be for sure. And even though the "armor of the spirit" is not armored, but my blows will be stronger than a bullet. I don't know how the Master can stand it, but the Teacher definitely doesn't like it.
Trying to break the distance, the Indian jumps to the side and immediately gets a "lightning bolt" from two hands. It's wasteful, of course, but what can I do, I definitely won't keep him on the "sight" for all seven seconds. Either he will abruptly leave the side, which is still okay, or he will simply put some kind of protection. So with two hands, even if not for long.
A "jerk" forward and to the side, at the same time with which the Indian launches a whole swarm of "ice needles" right in front of him with a spread of two meters. You can't just dodge something like that if you're too close and if you're not a witcher. I take a step in his direction, and an "ice wall" grows in front of me. A "jerk" back, and I hit another "wall" at full speed, which was... unpleasant. I look around and see two-meter "ice walls" rising from the ground here and there. Like, did you decide to cut my maneuverability? Danger! I make a "jerk" to the right and almost crash into one of the "walls", and dozens of spikes have grown out of the one near which I was standing just now. M-yes-a-a. Jumping away from the ice, near which I was standing, I almost ran into a two-meter "ice icicle" that almost pierced my stomach. And now what? A "jerk" is excluded, I'd rather smash my forehead than be able to dodge. So "mind detection" and go ahead. My speed is already higher than even a Virtuoso, and "focus" and "acceleration", I think, will allow me to survive among these icy muddy mirrors.
I found my opponent literally after seven plates, if in a straight line. Or in fourteen seconds, if by time. I won't say that it was just constantly dodging the "ice spears" shooting at me, but I wouldn't call it a deadly occupation either. In short, it remains only to get him out of this maze and pile on him, finally. That's what we're going to do now. Otherwise, our duel was too long.
And the guy, it seems, is almost baked. Standing on one knee and breathing heavily, he looked into my eyes. After all, it's not for nothing that hand-to-hand combat was called that way: all these arrows, spikes and others like them are nothing more than artillery support, not intended for permanent use. I fired at the enemy and let's beat him with my fists, from time to time sending another technique at him. Well, one way or another, but our fight will end soon.
"It turns out the Shooters are right after all," I said. — And there is no hand-to-hand combat. Even in India.
The modulator attached to my throat allowed me not to be afraid that someone would recognize my voice. And the fact that I still use a notepad is more support for my reputation than a desire not to reveal myself. But in this case, why not… In response to my words, the Hindu growled. No, no, I didn't believe that he was suddenly inflamed with patriotic feelings, but he was really exhausted, and I just spurred him on a little.
— That's what we're going to check now, stupid girl.
Does he seriously think so? Or does he want me to lose my temper? Ksta-a-ati. Right now we are in a place where the cameras are not directed. One of the many blind spots in the security system. Heh-heh, now someone will find out what "eye aversion" is.
I go into a "jerk", simultaneously averting my gaze, and exit it a little away from the enemy, having managed to notice a cloud of "ice needles" that swept away to where I was standing. Surprised by my loss, the Hindu begins to turn around, while putting an "ice wall" behind him. A wave of cold in one direction and a rebound in mine. Still, he's good. The "push" takes him out of the territory of the ice maze and gives me freedom of action. "Jerk". I hit the stunned Teacher's liver, simultaneously releasing a "yaki" pulse. A blow with the left knee in the thigh, with the right — once again in the liver and with the left fist — in the temple. Blow, "gap", blow, "gap". Classics of the genre.
I pull my hand wrapped in ice to the side, take a step back, and a glowing blue fist flashes past my face after a perfect uppercut of an Indian. A two to the body and a right hook force my opponent to retreat a little, but despite this, he responds with another uppercut. I block the knee blow with my elbow and dive under the hook of my right hand, going behind his back. Another two in the liver and a hard block of the elbow of the unfolding Arjun. A blow to the shoulder blade with the left, to the temple with the right, which blocked the elbow, and another with the left — to the heart area. Unable to turn around to face me, the Teacher does a somersault forward, and I go to the side, so as not to be strung on thorns that grew out of the ground where I was standing. Jump forward, and together with the momentum of the "yaki" I strike two almost merged into one blow in the area of the lungs. "Eye aversion", and I go behind his back, again inflicting a hail of blows.
Blow, "gap", blow, "gap", "gap", "lightning". Dodge, hit, put a block, shift sideways, moving away from the next generation of ice technology. He has almost no strength, the blows are slow and sluggish, but he is still alive, which means he is dangerous.