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He backed up to the door and pulled it ajar, letting the bullies enter. Jayce tutted and shook his head as he passed. He was at least a head taller than the rest of them and had fists the size of boulders. Everyone knew this guy was an animal when it came to fighting. It was the consensus that if you got targeted you rolled up and played dead, much like the protocol for a bear attack. "I'm sorry, okay?" Alfie cried. "I'm sorry. I only went with her because she bought me stuff. I don't even like her."

This bastion of power was unlike any other mech I had seen before, and it owed its uniqueness to Dan Stonewood. It was a Barricade, deployed in battle for only the second time in history. Draco Fisk, who had somehow avoided the impact when his soldiers had not, stood up, brushing snow off his jacket with one good arm. The Barricade, much like the many others that were now dropping across the mountain, activated its frontal shield and charged towards the Frostpoint facility, intent on ramming as many enemies as it could. I was a safe distance away, but someone wasn't. Oblivious to his presence, the Barricade stomped towards Draco, each plated foot easily four times his height.

Except the guys smell of rotten rouge. Buddy guy starts walking up to me with a smirk on his face. He doesn’t look slightly scared walking straight up to me as if I’m not even capable of fighting with him. As soon as he gets close enough I quickly drop a series of small jabs to his abdomen, causing him to lose the air in his lungs. Without wasting a second I jump kicked him right in the face causing him to fall hard to the ground. Blood spurts out of his nose and mouth “You little bitch!” He yells at me, spitting angrily.

I was constantly frustrated, and I could now relieve it by kicking and punching a bag. Tonight, I was planning on making some serious cash. Monday nights Wolf ran an underground fighting club where people can place bets and fighters can win some money. He and his friend Damian, another wolf, were paying my entrance fee for a cut of the profits. They were also betting on me and promised me a cut in that, too. I was a little nervous but mostly excited.

ken argued. "What are we going to do while you guys have your fight?" Jessica one of the girls complained as the boys placed their hands on the table to start. "You could just watch and learn or pick sides and cheer us on," Derrick said as he handcuffed Jerry while Regal's right hand cuffed ken's. "Seriously?" Jessica replied irritated. she was there for the catch not to watch some stupid dumb fistfight game. She thought since Regal was there he was going to be spending good money buying expensive wines, meat, and other things.

Not the atmosphere we’re seeking. Plus I don’t want a reputation for violence. Finally, don’t forget, there are still the old arts in the shifter community. I don’t want anyone with a handle on Fate playing cards in my house if you catch my drift. It’s a tricky enough game to make a good profit in any way. I still get mocked mercilessly by Jacob and Callum for stopping the big fishes from losing too much. I remind them it’s a high-wire act. Take too much, openly celebrate the customer's failings and they won’t come back.

Now, all eyes were on us, the attention which we received piqued me, like was I the only one on this planet that minded her business? Oh, there they were, Friends of the year. Jenny and Can darted forward, their expressions asking questions. Jenny knew who Frank was and therefore looked at me with a worried expression. I nodded at Brian to let go, but he refused. After some begging hours later, he reluctantly freed my hand. Cam, on the other hand, didn't know who Frank was. He looked at him warningly waiting for any suspicious movement to Strike. I've never seen him in such a mood before, my knight in shining armor. I giggled inwardly, only to stop when I remembered my predicament. "Frank, w

When the upload finally completed, I rushed to check Adrian’s latest data. My gut dropped. His robot had changed into a spider model exactly like mine. Every parameter matched, down to the last decimal. His upload time? One minute before mine. "Too many humanoid bots in the competition this year," his post read. "I’ve decided to use this spider bot instead. If you guys like it, I’ll even send you model kits…" I swept everything off my desk with a violent crash. "How? Why?!" My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread.

says his friend. They all laughed and cheered. "Why did you taste her already?" The man who complimented me just smirked and looked at me. He sipped his glass of alcohol. "Oh, I smell something nice," says another man and laughed. I shook my head. Lies to make people believe you had the best. "Enjoy, gentlemen," I said and stood up. They don't pay me. Beck is the only one who pays me, so it is my pledge to go out or stay in one's circle. Of course, except if they give me a large tip.

Yrah looked too. He ran a hand through his military-style short hair and gave her a serious look. “In the underground block, there’s an arena they call the Battleground. That’s where the cockfight happens… only not between roosters but a few select inmates. Do you watch UFC? Well, it’s like that, but no holds barred and bloodier. The fights take place on Tuesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. Saturday is when the big night happens.” He swallowed and scratched his neck. “I’m sorry for all the scratching. I get itchy when I’m nervous, At—doktora.” The guy had been about to call her older sister, reminding Yrah again that he was just a kid. “It’s okay.”