Their eyes locked from behind the masks and the two assasins could see the fury in the each other’s eyes. They were sure in their hearts that someone was going to have the last breath that day.
Tarasha scrutinized his body with her eyes, he was someone she didn’t remember ever seeing anywhere. His mask carried a sign at the top which looked familiar but she couldn’t remember because of the tensed mood. However, she knew from his confidence and body language that he must be representing a very deadly organization.
The breeze blew crazily around the dead silent place, raising some dusts on the assasins but neither of them shook nor did any care to stop the dust from entering into their eyes. They began to move slowly in an anticlockwise direction and at the same time closing the distance between each other.
Rex’s fist tightened in anticipation, his blood boiling with his thirst for her blood. He had sized up Tarasha with his eyes, she was of good heights but had a smaller body from a closer view. He mocked himself in his heart amazed that it was someone as little as her that had been giving him problems for months. He classified as a toy. The fight was going to be fun, just like an unserious training session.
He had read Vice President’s Elvis text and the man had given an instruction which would change his plans but it was none of his business. He was sure that his contract will be fully executed in some minutes and his business in Nigeria would end after presenting Tarasha to Chief Elvis that night.
For Tarasha, the major purpose of the fight was for Henry and then to also prove that the Nefary Clan was bigger than whatever organization he was from. To Rex, it wasn’t considered as a fight, it was just something he had to do to make himself free from Chief Elvis and and free to leave Nigeria and to also prove that the Nefary Clan always remained junior to the Villary Clan.
Both were less than two metres closer now. They could almost hear the sound of each other’s heartbeat. The distance was closing in and the peering into each other’s eyes was getting deeper and intense.
Tarasha was the first to launch an attack which didn’t catch Rex unawares, he swerved to the side, making her blow which she targeted at his face run in the air. She was quick to follow up with another blow with her left hand to his right chin but her fist met his wrist and her knuckles cracked hard. She took a step back as she tried to absorb the pain on her knuckles, she looked at Rex’s face and the lines formed on the mask was an evidence of an evil smile underneath.
He launched the next attack, sending a blow to her face but she had her hand crossed diagonally stopped his fist. He was quick with his follow up as he leapt and turned round in the air, sending her a well calculated kick with the back of his foot. But he landed without his leg touching her face. She had been quick to see it coming and had bent backwards down, extending her palms to the ground with which she supported herself and flipped backwards.
Both stood three metres away from each other now. Each one’s legs slightly apart and fist raised in the air as their eyes remained on each other’s faces.
Tarasha took two steps backwards and released the straps of the bag at her back and Rex followed her example. Both took off their backpacks and threw it behind them some metres away from the battle space they had drawn.
She straightened her cloth and clenched her fists and Rex did likewise. The bags which had served as the only restriction to both of them were now away. Both moved closer to each other tactically, the same way they did the first time.
As soon as she got closer enough, Tarasha threw a blow directed to his chest but Rex didn’t only dodge it this time but had her fist stuck in between his elbow. He twisted her arm with his and tried to reach for her other arm but she bent and wriggled out of his grip with a muffled groan. He had held her by the shoulders before she recovered and sent a headbutt directly to her face making her land with her butt to the floor.
Her vision was blur for the first three seconds and then she saw him clearly, standing a metre before her, still waiting for her to rise as he rubbed his forehead with a finger.
Tarasha straightened her nose with her fingers as she rose to her feet and placed her legs widely apart to ease the pain she felt from landing on her butt. Rex was ready for her again and was halfway in the air, turning to her with a kick. The adrenaline rush in her system relieved her temporarily of the pain as she leaped away from the direction of his kick and met his thigh with a heavy kick sending him to the floor unexpectedly. He landed on his back heavily but he was up again in three seconds. His eyes were on her as he straightened his neck by bending it sidewards and clenched his fists again.
Tarasha rushed towards him targeting a kick to his chest but he held her foot in his palm and tried to fling her away but she had wrapped her second leg around his neck and both of them landed on the floor Tarasha on the side with Rex’s head in between her leg and his knees on the floor. Rex was first to recover from the fall and he sent her a blow in the butt immediately, making her release her grip on his neck. He climbed over her immediately, pinning her thighs to the floor with her knees and sent her two blows on the face, she stopped the third one and pushed him away from her body.
He was up again before her and he rushed back to her while she still tried to recover from the pains on her knee and face. He grabbed her two hands and pulled it to her back while she was still on her knees trying to get up. He held her hands to her back in one of his and tried to press her from the shoulder down backwards, with the aim of bending her into two by forcing the back of her shoulder to the back of her foot but Tarasha did not allow him go far with that. She was able to struggle off her hands from his grip and fall sideways, pushing him away with a kick to his chest.
She was still with her back on the floor when Rex rose up again. He pulled up with his hands below her chin and sent her a headbutt again. This time she didn’t fall but only staggered backwards a bit. He rushed towards her and tried to pull her by the shoulder but she grabbed his fists in hers and twisted it, sending him a kick in the g—n simultaneously. He staggered back and stumbled but he was up again immediately. She rushed towards him and sent a kick with the soles of her feet to his chest before he could make any move, sending him back to the floor with a thud.
Rex took more than four seconds to recover this time and that also gave Tarasha enough time to ease some of the pains she felt, she also found a blunt shovel on the floor and charged towards him with it. He rolled away as she struck the first time with the shovel, making it land on the bare ground. He was up with a knee to the ground and the other foot halfway up when she swung the shovel towards his face but he stopped it with his hand, just below the palm. The shovel made a clang sound as it touched his hand and bounced back, making it evident that Rex had a metal object hidden under his sleeves. She raised the shovel up and moved for the middle of his head but he held the part of the instrument just before the blade with a hand first and added the other hand. The struggle for the shovel began as Rex pushed it up as he rose up slowly while Tarasha pushed it firmly towards him body.
Rex gained a upper hand as he turned the shovel in his hands and Tarasha lost grip of it. He turned it and held it by the handle but before he could do anything with it, Tarasha had given him a headbutt in his chest, making him stagger backwards and following it with blows until the shovel dropped from his hand. She jumped and finally sent him to the floor with a kick to the side of his head.
He fell down heavily but followed with a backward roll which made him stop partially squatting.
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