One-Sided/ Janice vs. Basket Pt. 3 (Janice)

Sparks…..

Blood…

Bruise….

Blow for blow…

Basket and I continuously trade blows as we both clash around the Danger Room. His blows mirroring mine in the most annoying fashion.

I cant remember how long this has been going on. An 30 minutes. An hour. Two?! I couldn’t tell anymore. The world was getting blurry. My clothes torn to shreds. Damn near naked. I was bruised. Blooded beaten. Some of my teeth were missing and my left eye was definitely swollen shut.

“Something isn’t right?” I mumbled.

Something definitely wasn’t. I wasn’t healing automatically like I should. My body wasn’t reacting right. My senses off. My head filled with static noise.

“What did you do to me?!” I yelled.

Basket back handed me across the face, sending me flying into the concrete pavement below.

I kneeled on the disheveled concrete gravel gripping my head. I needed to focus. I needed to collect myself. I needed to-