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Chapter 559 - 35

"I've been looking forward to a rematch." You ready yourself. When she moves, she's going to be fast.

"And I have been looking forward to finally pinning you down—" she shifts her weight, getting ready to move, "—Garrett Helton X."

Between one breath and the next, Lady Argent bursts into action.

A flash of silver, low to the ground, claws spread wide.

Fast!

She's fast. But not faster than you. You jump over her first strike, then try to land a kick that she evades with a roll.

You have learned. So has she.

"I'm getting tired of you being in my way." You can't help but sound annoyed. Trying to beat you is one thing, but ruining your plans? That will get old fast.

"I don't like being ignored." She looks around nonchalantly, surveying the scene. "Picking on everybody else. Afraid to fight me?"

"Why don't you wait in line like a good little girl?" Provoking anger is a good way of getting the upper hand.

"Didn't you know?" Her smile is cold. "I'm not particularly good."

"I notice you didn't deny either 'girl' or 'little.'"

"You'll get your ass kicked for that." Her claws twitch in anticipation.

Here We Go

She's on you like a whirlwind, going high this time, using one of the cars as a trampoline. It's a showy move, glittering in the morning sun, an arch of pure silver, a blade aimed at the intersection between shoulder and neck. A weak point? Perhaps, or—

Oh. Right. You should move.

Or maybe you shouldn't. It's a reflex, shifting into a roundhouse kick as she strikes, hitting her squarely in the ribs. Kicks have a longer reach.

Beautiful. She flies through the air, bouncing over the hood of a car before she gets back to her feet with a laugh.

"Surprised? I've been working on some new tricks," you say, smiling behind your helmet. You can feel her temper surging, but it's less anger and more…excitement?

"That was a good one, I'll admit. Let's see what else you've got." She steps forward, shoving her hand through the hood of the car, tearing it off before chucking it in your direction. The driver's jolt of terror is sharp enough to hurt your teeth; he's afraid of her as well as you. The hood is less of an issue, you bat it aside, but the brief distraction is enough for her to close the distance.

A knee to your stomach, but that is fine. You move with the blow, using the momentum to elbow her in the back of her head. She growls, claws tearing your thigh, but they don't get deep enough to do more than surface damage. That's what you need to do, keep her away from your vitals and trust that she won't tear your armor to pieces.

Her mind is harder to read now, more focused on the fight. On you. You see yourself reflected in her eyes, the way she reacts to the slightest shift in your stance.

It's a bit nauseating, to be honest. Watching yourself through her. She's not focused on what she will do. Only on what you will.

Deadlock. You need to break it.

So what advantage do you have? The terrain? You're on a bridge. High up. There are strong gusts of wind tearing at you. Slippery metal surfaces. You were glad you had good grip when you were hiding up there; in fact, you bet you've got better grip than Lady Argent. You can make that work for you. Shifting from feint to movement, you head for the edge, followed a breath behind by your silver shadow.

This time, instead of dodging, you leap up toward the bridge's superstructure, hearing her curse as her claws miss their target. A gust of wind tears at you, almost bringing you off course, but you manage to land safely on one of the supports, giving her a teasing salute.

The winds steal away her words, but you can feel her rage building. Good, that will get her off-balance because you don't think she'll—

Of course she won't let you get away.

Below, you can see her scrambling up the supports, claws digging grooves for easy climbing. She's fast. Faster than you anticipated, she's no stranger to heights.

Beneath you both, the ocean roars, thick rubberized soles keeping you from slipping as you move along the beam. Her feet are bare and covered by metal skin, so she shouldn't be able to move as freely as you. You remember having trouble with traction when you possessed her all those months ago.

Oh no! She's going for it!