Chapter 1: Road To Madness

Ever since I can ever remember or more like ever since I have my own consciousness. One person have haunted me, my living and breathing dream, one would be freak out by the repetitiveness of the same person should I even say person when I don't even know what exactly is under that huge cloak and the mysteries white smiling happy masks. He show up in my dream in every scenario that one can think.

Let me tell you that I have pass the stage of freak-outs a long time ago, I am at the stage of no return. Where one would scream and pull their hair out dreaming up a big monster of a shadow man looming over you liked the grim reaper with a clown like smiling face that never change an never fade. He watches my every move; luring and watching in the shadow some time all I could see is that freaking creepy smile.

It make my hair stand on end the first time I knew he was there and that was when I was 1 years old, I would try and stay as far away from him thinking that he is a big bad monster; every single time I would try to claw myself out of the dream land.

Sometime I even throw myself off a cliff just to force myself to wake up. For the first few week I hated sleep, I would cry and kick I even try to not sleep for a days. But for a child it is impossible, I would end up nodding off. But now when I wake up without seeing his or sense him in my dream I feel quite alone, I have travel a long way from my sanity, I am completely fallen right in to the pit of madness.

Now the dreamland for me is pretty much going to see my old friend that has been there to help me along my hardest time. He is like a family to me even though I have no idea what he looks like behind that unsettling smiling mask. He is a lot more of a family then my own family and that says a lot, he offer me so much companionship, support and acceptances. I usually don't even want to wake up and this night is no exception.

I reach out for my trusted sword Gerlyoth she is my big sword that I would only use for the strongest opponent. I would say he should be one of the stronger opponent that I have meet, that mange to make me give up on my dagger and go straight for the sword.

Swinging the sword out and pointing the end of the business straight at him, I smile and spoke 'I will slice that rigid mask off your face, even if I have to bleed you dry.'

'You can try, let see how far you will get.' The deep husky voice coming behind the mask mock me.

I rush him with my sword on my left side swinging it hard to split the body, he jump out of the way and landed lightly on the tip of the sword. Standing on it like his body is nothing but air and there is not such thing as gravity. Gravity I laugh at the face of gravity, that is what is body is telling me. It pisses me off the fact that he have so much more control in my own dream world, I wouldn't be able to do that even if I wanted to.

I twisted the sword change the angle making him lost his balance and kick out, getting him on his abdominal. Instead though he flip back flying in the air coming down at me like a vengeful spirit of a fallen angel, he suddenly make his nail sharp preparing to slash out my face I block with the sword with both hands. He is strong and I was struggling to defend of the hits even with both of my arms on the sword. He push me lower and deeper to the floor, I started to lost my feet inch after inches to the point where I now having one of my knee pressing again the floor.

Dam using my whole strength sweat roll down my forehead, my hand shook losing my grip slowly from my sweaty palm but I am not going to give up. I grip harder on Gerlyoth handle not ready to let go, hearing a crunching noise as my knee when through the stone floor and making it crack. I could feel the jagged edge of the stone cutting in to my skin as pain shoot up to my nerves.

I could feel his snarkiness grin through the yet not fallen smiling mask as he spoke. 'You should give up.'

'NO. WAY. IN. WITCHES. HELL.' Over my dead body before I am going to even give up.

The thing about having both of my hands trying to stop his from cutting me in to pieces was the fact that I have left myself completely open. He swung his other free hands growing the nails as it come closer to my face. With the reflexed that my body have ingrain over the years, my back arch backward taking my face just far enough from the middle of his nails to just the tip of me. I could feel a warm liquid oozing from the sting of my forehead and the tip of my straight white hair fall as it was slice of floating to the floor.

'Oh you're been practicing and perfecting the moves.' He spoke out not even out like he is just having a leisure conversation while reading a book.

'Of course I have.' I grunted through my teeth.

He flip back landing on the floor, he look up hearing something, a destruction. I took the opportunity rushing, he grip the sword allowing it to cut in to his hands and forces it from the opposite of the direction I swing and he throw the sword across the room. With my free hands I punch his shoulder and crouch to the floor and kick out for his feet. He grab my feet pull it across, making me lose my balance and fall flat to the floor, with his cloke cover over my body. He could have been floating over my body but instead he uses his body to keep me flat on the floor like he wasn't heavy enough.

'You goated me.' I said in frustration.

He laughs melodiously, 'You need to learn that your opponent will always have something up their sleeve and is always more cunningly then you think.'

Exactly what I would say, I pull out the dagger nesting in the upper sleeve of my jacket. I let him think that he have won and am just an innocent girl with nothing. I slash the mask with the dagger, first there was no effect the mask just sit there on his face without any scratch on it. I grin back at him as the mask spit in two slowly.

'You, use my trap to lore me in to your trap.'

'Of course, how would I ever dream of getting close to you. I learn only from the best.'

I place my hand on the annoying mask that I have resented so much all this years. I throw it across the room, good ridden. A hot man, beautiful man stare down at me with his pure purple eyes. He is stunning enough to challenge the sun for the seat of dazzling light. He can even confront any actor and win by a miles for being the sexiest man title and he is looking down at me, I think my brain just completely when blank or die.

'You know you could have make me in any image you wanted.' It was the same voice that coming out of this man mouth, the same cunning tone and the smugness. Holly Mother Of All Witches I didn't know that I could come up with such a exquisite man.

Something was pulling and tugging on me I try my dam hardiest to stick and stay with one of the most important man in my life, more important then the man in my real life and that really speak volume on how off the wall I am. He is just more real then anything, I called him Dark Mist he have treated me very well maybe to well; I would say but instinctively he scares the shit out of me more than I could count.

The darkness of him in his cloke covering his face floating around like a ghost and he would burn everything in my path, kill anyone and hurt them on my behalf. All those things he have done for me still linger and act as a reminder of what kind of Being he is; even if he would never hurt me he still hurt others. That is not normal; it made me cringe right down to my bone how he could just kill without any remorse or regret. How does a person has no such emotion? Even if he is just a figment of my dream, am I that mess up in need of a doctor to check me out.

I move around trying to stay in my dreamland and snuggle even deeper in to my blanket trying to keep as much heat in the cosy bed. The ringing sound keeps on continuing on and on. Reaching over I tap, well not really tap but banging at the table that is laid on top of the back of the headboard. That when a glass of water pours all over my head and the glass follow right on top of my lip.

OUCH. Throwing out a few curse word not suited for anyone ears, I seat up totally piss and totally wet down all the way to my skin. Whose in grate witches fucking idea was it to install a freaking table on top of the bed board....Oh wait that would be the clever me,

'I hate you right now Runer' I scold myself in a third person. Well now that I am up I might a well answer the non stop-ringing phone called.

'WHAT! DO YOU WANT TO DIE? PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE, DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FREAKING TIME IT IS? IT THE TIME PEOPLE SLEEP' I shouted and almost hang up, excepted for the frantic voice stop me.

'RUNER, HELP!' I hear a subbing sound from the other side. 'What should I do?'

My consciousness snap in to attention, 'What happen, I know you are not the type to get in trouble.' It can't be anything series.

'Not Me…. Wait no put that down.' Jarzale voice became faint and further away as she told someone off. 'We been kidnap and Angel is losing it.'

'What not again, those guys will never learn. It suits them right that she let loose on them.'

'She going to kill them if this keeps on going. And half of the city is going to be destroy.'

'Oh hell no. Where about are you? Do you know the place.' Jarzale and Angel had hired me to take care of them, but they don't want to be guarded all the time. So they hired me to go and get them whenever something like this happens. It only been a few days ago I save them. and dam they get kidnap a lot.

Jarzale pour out the detail of where about she is, I pull out the stock of my portal magic that I brought at The Quickie and Quick. I know what a weird name for a magic shop, they should really take pride in their image but they when and name it The Quickie and Quick so lame sound like some sex toys name. At least I can say that it the best of the best shop out there despite the name and I should know after the dozen of exploring and shopping in the magic shop. It's best at doing transportation magic and much more reliable than any other, the last time I try another shop I almost lost a limb going through it.

Putting on my glove so not to interfere with the magic, I pull out the crystal that I always find under my underwear; even if I move it I will always find it here in my junk.

'Hey Sweet Heart, long time no see, I thought you have forgotten all about me.' The young sixteen years old boy wink at me, now this is why the dam thing would never leave my underwear draw. This little cute boy wearing such an innocent face and half of the time you just want to squash his face and pull on his cuteness and properly broken many girls hart on the road he walk. Don't let his innocent cute face fool you, he is a total pervert why else would he only stay in my underwear draw.

'Ummm, why is it always you that come.' I pretended to be irritated by him and roll my eyes.

'Sweet Heart you miss me around, just tell the truth.'

'In your dream Poky,' I rub his head and wink, I called him Poky but his real name is Pouklein Romanal what a mouthful so I when ahead and add my own little twist to it seeing as he is a poker, a poker rounder of my underwear draw.

'And am the only one that would come around after you chase off all the other away. I'm the only one stupid enough to stick around, the other is clever enough to stay out of your way.'

'I totally resent that comment, if it wasn't for me your butt would have been in so much fire. Just to be clear I did not chase anyone away all I did was shake their hands.'

'Same thing, shaking their hand with your bear skin is equivalent to you trying to kill them and you are never going to let me forget the incidence will you.'

'Nope.' Poky is like a lost little puppy I pick up, I found him cover with the rage of anger of a vile magic slowly consuming him and turning him in to something that he didn't even know.

He just sits there on the roadside without anyone seeing or hearing him cry for help, I couldn't help but to reach out my hand for him to grab on for dear life. I reach for my belt with my entire weapon, either hidden between the stitches or just hanging comfortably for me to use if I need it to cut up any one arms and legs.

'wow…..Calm down you don't need to pull out your weapon on me.' He stumble backward falling and tripping over my messy room.

'These an't for you, take me to Down Street Avenue. Outside of Green House Base.' As soon as I told him the information I stood outside of a run down building that have been abandoned for many years and have no sign of any kind of life form.

'Well good luck.' Poky wave his goodbye from the other side of the grey miss, only his hand coming through to where I was standing. I roll my eyes Portal magic; such a coward and a wimp they are usually never ever would be seen outside of their comfort zone. Which is where the portal magic that would be my place, that is inside, safety and in a building.

I look around seeing the slime and residue of magic, this is why I dislike downtown areas. The magic around is on a more darker side of things. It is left behind, no one to care for abandon by it user. Some in the form of a worm or a slime it has such a horrible form it unbelievable how ugly it is. I gone all of my life pretending that I can not see them, they don't even acknowledge each other let alone have me seeing them; I might sentences them to their death. I don't know, I just totally understand how they feel to be left alone. To be thrown away and not wanted by anyone, they are unstable as it is if I try to up to them and start to speak to them their mind would not be able to take it. I try a few time when I was young and you know what happen, they just turn in to a pool of puddle in agony and pain. The only way that I could help is by killing them, I hate doing it. When I do it I can feel all of their pain memory of the abuses and the user. IT IS NOT NICE, it drain me dry, I would feel so dirty and I would end up being in bed for weeks.

Pretending I see nothing and heard nothing I push through the door.

'OH THANK THE WITCHES IN THE SKY YOU'RE HERE, WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG. I D…..'

'Jarzale calm down, breathe you're turning blue. What happen?'

Tears roll down her cheek as she breathes and relief took over as her leg shake she drops down to the floor curling herself in to a ball.

'They come out of nowhere? I didn't know what they wanted and they brought us here. We didn't know what to do? How long have we been here,' she curl up in to a ball, showing bruises on her hand and legs with a few already discolouring. Some look really fresh and other look like it was a week old or even month old. What the Fucking Witches happen, which Mother Fucker that done this, I am going to kill him over and over.

I kneel down stroking her hair at first she flinch and try to move away from me, shame shown within her eyes and fear still in the trances.

'No, don't touch me.' She crawls away from me.

'Jarzale it's me.' She looks up at me finally realizing that it's me who is kneeling in from of her. Her eyes shown acknowledgement coming back to the present she jump in to my arm subbing as I stroke her and holding her she begin to calm down. I only just saw her a few hours ago what on earth could have to shaken her this much.

She gathers herself and pull away from me, 'Angel is in side she is in danger she is going to kill herself if she keep on going.'

We rush in to the abandon wear house Angel on the floor and we hurry over to her. Jarzale rapping her arm around her lifting her head to put on her lap. I feel for her pulses knowing how little time I have and how cold her body is. Looking around her forehead I see the flicker of light flicking in and out showing me how little time I have left of her slowly turning to wondering magic Being. I run after the beaming or more like the beating of the magic line that is link to Angel heart.

'Stay with her, here a First Aid Kid try to heal her if you can.' I shouted back to Jarzale and throw the First Aid kid to her. While running down the swirling staircases I almost trip not being able to see a thing; hell this is a long way to go, why the hell is it so deep and down in to the nothingness.

The only light that was glowing that I can see was Angel magic. Oh screw this I pull out my string and attach it to the wall and jump down to the nothingness. Wow this is deep my thong would have reach the floor if I use the stairs by the time I got to the bottom. I hear screaming and shouting, a lot like an army of man and woman. Running toward the screaming and clanging of the metal I reach a huge hallway, Angel put all the use of her glamour attacking what seem to be an army coming through a portal. Her magic form is blurry and in a form of a hug beautiful woman with feather wings lifting her of the floor and throwing all of the glamour she can and socking the life and lust of most man in the room except for one.

He stands tall giving order to his army to retreat, his voice loud but have a commanding and beautiful enough to sing that can enchants any girl with in a concert. To him Angel would look like lightning that is passing through his army and destroying it. Go Angel destroy them I joint in pulling out my throwing star. The son of Witches Bitch you were the one who did something to my people. You will die, I will make you wish you were dead instead of being under my hand.

My body flip going in to the battle mode that I have been training all those years for. I swing my feet using my bleed dagger to the vein in to the hand and arm hit the main point of the vain of most of the man still stand. Take that, anger and adrenaline consumes me like fire consumes a Phoenix. I push down the anger as soon as most of them where on the floor remembering that I had to bring Angel back to her body.

'Angel,' she didn't hear me at all and was completely lost in the trances of her power and enjoying the lust.

'Angel, ANGEL' I scream even louder not caring that someone might see me talking to magic. I would be lock up for the Magical Being of Mental Hospital, as from another person it looks like I am just talking to air. It where the entire mad crazy Magic user goes after they lost their mind and if Angel does not return soon she might end up being one of them.

I jump up with my glove off, I reach for Angel hands. At first she attack me throwing me against the wall fighting my touch, whipping her wing at my cheek; blood rush out to escape from the open. Gee man oh man Angel you are going to pay so much for this and I am going to drain you dry. This woman need to be tame seriously if she wasn't one of my client I would kick her ass already. You are so lucky, she flew toward me intending to go through my body like she would with any other body. Well sorry to disappoint you, Magic woman that is not going to happen. I grab hold on to her and jump on top of her wings moving closer to her ears and head. I put my hand on her forehead, trying not to keep it for to long only long enough for her to come back I reach out finally able to make a physical contact.

'Angel wake up, it's me Runer.'

She shook her head trying to get me off, I grab whole for dear life as she throw her head back and fourth swinging me from one side to the other but it was no use as soon as my hand touches her head the magical haze and lust wash out, well it should have vanish but instead it travel and came over to me.

'Runer what. Where?'

'You're out of your body' I gritted trying not to screaming from, Ummm well this is an embarrassment, the arousal I was feeling from getting rid of the magic. Dam it, I shut my eyes trying to control the burning and the raising heat.

'Are you okay!' Angel asks without knowing what is happening and what is really going on or where she is right now.

'Fine and dandy thank you very much. Just go back to your body before it's to late, do that for me.' I shut my eyes trying to keep calm.

She nodded and turns in to a beam of light returning; to anyone the lightning would have vanish in front of their eyes. I fall flat to the floor trying to brush of the memory of lust from my mind; lucky she didn't kill anyone like last time but that was when she was still in her body. I had to restart his heart the guy was pretty lucky I was there, to him I would be life and not the doom and gloom of death so many knows. But this time she was out of her body not even in control of the magic, making it much stronger then usual and deadly.

'You're the master mind.' The voice of the man from before, what he was there the hold time standing and watching the hold show. Crap I wasn't trying to be careful I was just going for it Angel life was on the line after all. I hope he didn't see much, only a woman flying around and fighting a lightning.

'What a performance you have given.' He pointed the tip of his Saber toward my throat. Well Screw All Hell Of Witches I let my guard down, why didn't I notice my surroundings much better.

Lifting my head from his combat boot which is closer then I would like, I follow the clean cut of his leather jean. Lingering on the bough, oh hello there. Hell no. NO.NO.NOOOOO. What is this kind of setting I am so not going to let this lust effect my ladies. Hell, is the mystery person upstairs is after my head as well just to punish me.

Next stop is HornyViel Lady's and Gentlemen this is the last stop I hope you enjoy your time. Hindrance pull out her pom-poms and start busting her ass in a seductive dance move. Please change for the Horny train for the ride of ecstasy. She announces once again Hindrance what the hell you stupid left-brain stop bothering me and let me concentrate. Hey I am helping you, am helping you to get some, all the Witches Goddess know you need it. Maybe then you won't be so uptight. What the hell even my brain is having it own thought and is not even down to letting me out of thing and it even rubbing it all over my face. Thank a lot for the advice.

My hand lift up without my knowledge slowly and creepy going up with out my control. No way am I going to lose, the ice started to move in making the body of my temperature drop. This is totally crazy my body, no actually no body would be able to get use to the dramatic temperature change. I when blank for a few seconds trying to push the cold away, this is like fighting a losing battle whichever way I go I will just lose. Finally the cold resided behind the fire steel door I put up in my mind. I move my eyes up when the tip of the blade somehow came closer to my throat pushing it and I could feel the warm fluid of my blood streaming down my neck. My eyes roam over the valley of muscle and scar that is decorated by a rose vine making the scar part of the tattoo crisscross on the guy six-pack of a muscle up to this chest.

I swallow trying to keep calm, stay calm you can fight; you can do this, No it not like you got a blade pointing at your throat with a man standing in front of you holding it waiting to just cut your head of. Hindrances voice out. Thank you for the freaking commentary, okay the scar is kind of intimidating me. He probably uses it to his advantage that why he leaves it all expose with his leather jacket wide open and a thin see through shirt that clung to him like a second skin. He might as well not wear anything for all that; it did not leave any room for any imagination. His muscle hard as a rock, double no triple the size of my own muscle. Well dud, he is a man and you're a woman, there a body shape different or have you forgotten. Hindrance told me and kicking some sense in to me, I swallow fearing to look up. Fearing to see what I was going to see, a monster, no just fearing to face the man standing so close to me.

Holly Molly Mother Of All The Great Witches. That is no man standing in front of me, a God or a Devil that is mould in to one face that no one can resist. Capturing making one unable to look away man and woman if he wanted to would be in the same boat they will not be able to resist the cruel ocean golden eyes that he hold. The word beautiful or handsome would be an insult to this man, perfection scup his entire face such a man should not exist in this world or anywhere else. Yet one is standing in front of me this is against the law of nature, this is unnatural, it is not supposes to be. He must be a monster, he must be; no such beauty should exist there is no other explanation for this.

He would be the leader in every room he walk in to, he demand the attention of every eyes and attention with his looks alone. Anyone would cling on and follow every word that pours out of that injustices plum lip. Oh I wonder what it would be like to feel that lips places kisses up and down all over my skin. Wait. What? I am slowly losing my mind now, if am getting out of these alive am going to a doctor for a brain check up. There is something about his face stun, strong, a predator, with strong jaw a no non-senses man. With that face, that body no one would be able to resist it, he was crated to lure people to their death, temptation, destruction and lead them to their demise. That is the only thing I can think of because however hard I try to imagine it, such man shouldn't exists in this world, well more like in my world.

Whatever he is nothing special. Nothing special, are you crazy do you have no eyes, you do need the doctor to check your brain well your right brain, course your left-brain is all in. A God or a Devil I don't care what you are please eats me up. Hindrance scream and sing out in her opera voice, I can only thank the small thing in my life where only I can hear the voices in my head and no one else can. Or my so-called Ass Kicking reputation would just wash down the drain.

He pointed the blade in an angle that I had to get up from the floor, I slowly got up our eyes meet. There was a flash of recognition that made his eyes softens but he quickly masks it. Was it my imagination, must be my lust playing up again; how would a man like that would know me, how would I forget a man like that if I even meet him.

'The mastermind is just a puny little girl.' He sneers down at me with his nose turn up.

He push me against one of the stone pillar pressing hard on me leaving no room for me to breathe and pressing my hard nipple to his chest. NO, He's must be the man that kidnap and torture Angel and Jarzale, my anger boiled up so strongly pushing away the lust magical that have it hands rap around my body straight out of my system. All I can feel now is the boiling rage overflowing, my hand turn in to a fist I punch his face not caring that he is holding a Saber against my neck. You son of a gun I will make you pay so hard that your pretty face will not be able to be shown up to the world again.

The punch making him took a step back and he momentary lost his grip of the Saber. I kick out my leg and quickly take the chance to dock away from him, I thrust and kick hard but all it did was made him took a step back and that was more from a surprise attack then anything. He grins down at me now standing behind him, he reach up and rubs his jaw where I punch using my left hook.

The beam of smile was like a mad animal about to lose it, a grin that said I found a new toy and I want to play with it. That grin scared me so much that I took a step back trying to put some distance between the monster and me. A fat good that did, he can easily take one step and reach me grab my throat in one hand and crush it in his palm.

I pull out my dagger placing it nice and comfortably in my palm as it welcome the dagger home. The warm dagger gives me a bit of a sense of security and we dances, he rush me with his Saber I block with all of my strength. I dock down avoiding the tip of the Saber, using my other dagger I slash out at his torso, he jump backward avoiding my dagger completely. This is a good thing about not carrying pounds of muscle, as I was a bit quicker then he, I said a bit but he does not move slow for his build.

I flip, turn and kick out my feet to his jaw as he avoided my blade, he grin again and I fell for his trap as he grab my ankle. I quickly activate the blade in the hill of my booths and cut it in to his palm. He didn't let go, I dangle from the floor whit him holding on to my ankle crushing it, I almost scream out biting my lips so hard that I could taste blood. I twisted my ankle switching from my dagger to the needle in my pocket, swung my body up ward and push the needle hitting the vital point of his nerves, making him lost control of his arms and let go of me. I flip backward putting distance between us.

He smirks, lick the blood dripping from his palm and pull out the long needles that I just use and throw it across the dark room, I hear it land as it fill in the silence in the empty hall. Breathing hard I try to calm my body, I was out of breath and he was still perfect as before. He flex his arm and hand putting movement back in to the nerve. What? He should not be able to use his right arm, but he moves it like there was nothing wrong with it. He's body heal quickly. I need to be very careful up until now I am only blocking, my attempt of attack doesn't do any damage to the guy. Only his hold on my ankle alone, I can feel pain shooting down on it and I try not to put my complete weight fully on the damage ankle.

'You are good; you could have been my new toy, but what you have done is unforgivable. No more game' He growl from across the room and chill run down my spine. He was playing this hold time seriously, I barely keep my own; something flash and I saw him thrown his Saber at me I jump avoiding it. Before I could land he was there behind me using his elbow to dealt a blow, lucky my reflex is fast I change my angle, giving a high kick aiming for his chin which he jump out of the way.

I need to watch out for that blow, if he land one on me I would just easily go down without a protest. Somehow he grabs hold of my hand and my roundhouse kick got him squarely on the chin but I paid for it. Dam it he got a hold of my leg and hands, I when down like a concrete, which take him down as well. Okay it was more like he push me down and I hit my head hard on the floor and I begin to see stars going around in circle like a cartoon character. I wouldn't mind right about now turning in to a cartoon then my pain would be meaningless, I would just get up shake my head and everything goes back to being nice and new. I cough from the weight he was pressing on top of me and from the dust gathering making it hard to breathe. He holds both of my arms up above my head with an evil grin.

'Well, this is more like it. A woman should be seen and not heard.' He put his hand on my waist and slowly moving up to Bee-Stings, which is my right breast. The girls got my respect and they demand respect from every man they meet. And this man is so not going to get anywhere near Hooters that is my left breast even though they don't see much action this is not their way of going down.

'Let see how you like it being hold and torture against your will.' He nibble my ears and move to suck hard on my neck, I be stupid and an idiot if I said I didn't enjoy that. But a girl still have to have her principle never ever go in to bed with your enemy, a woman napper on top of that love to abuse them.

'First Lord, the portal is closing. We got all of our people out; you can take your revenge later. Our people need you.' He looks up at the man standing next to the slowly closing door. I took the chance of the distraction and when for the only thing that I can do and that was going for the Golden goose. No man not even this one, strong and handsome that he is; will not be immune to the effect. I hate to do it but at this point there is no other option and it the last resort. I bought my knees up an pounded it on his balls.

I scramble up to my feet as he when down in pain curling in to a ball, this fight can wait another day, I am not here to destroy but to retrieve. I done what needed to be done there is no need for me to stay and fight, it more important to get the girls out of here alive. I ran up the stair as quick as I can even before the other man reach up to him, got him up and carried him off in through the door.