Eventually, Sunset made her way into a nearby alley way. It was poorly light, quiet and absolutely perfect for what was about to take place. She stripped off her jacket, and then her shirt, revealing her lightly toned stomach underneath. She stretched out her arms a few times, before pulling herself into and semi-crouch boxing stance, fists protective in front of her face.
Heather followed awkwardly, feeling a little bit of anxiety welling up as she was almost certain her ass was about to be kicked. Hard. How would she even explain it to her Dad if she got caught covered in bruises?
Perhaps she shouldn’t go for fists.
God… this girl was more muscular than she thought. Heather almost ended up staring.
But finally, she set down the bag with her pendant and things in it, reached into her pocket and pulled out her switchblade, flicking it open and pointing it directly at Sunset. “Back off.”
Sunset raised an eyebrow at the girls knife, but then gave a toothy grin as she moved her feet a little wider, raised her arms a little lower and open her palms, saying “Really? And her I thought you’d fight fair.”
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