HECTOR. The strength to
The only sound in my ears was the loud thumping of my blood. The rest faded away at the sight before me. So familiar. But unlike so many people, I couldn't close my ears, avert my eyes, and do nothing.
I raised the box of baked goods like a weapon and charged at the red-haired woman, screaming, "Let him go!"
She reacted that instant, but with no surprise or shock. Her eyes flew to me, her upper lip curled into a snarl, and with a powerful swing, she basically threw Gi at me.
From the impact, the air left my lungs. Breathless, I fell on the hard cobblestones, dropping the box in the process, with Gi landing heavily on top of me, only to spring up the next moment. But instead of letting me lie here and suffer the red-haired woman's wrath, he grabbed me be an arm with a force unnatural in someone so small and pulled me up after him.
"Damn it, you shouldn't have meddled in this. Now run!"