Serix grinned when Cassie laughed at his dramatic collapse on the bed. It was a pleasant sound, and it was pleasant to know that he could draw it out of her like that. He then noticed a silence had fallen between them as they stared at each other across the room. However, it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It almost felt natural.
As they looked at each other, Serix took in every detail of Cassie’s face: her blue eyes with their hints of Lunairan violet, her golden hair that framed her face; those were always the two things he noticed the most because they were so exotic. Now, as he lay staring at her, he picked up on her more subtle features: her long lashes, the narrow bridge of her nose, the faint freckles that dotted her cheeks. He was struck again by her beauty.
Cassie turned away all too soon, rolling over so that her face was buried in her pillow, fully hidden from view. He frowned. Maybe staring at someone for so long was considered rude in human culture. He hoped he didn’t cause her any offense. He was about to ask her what was wrong, when she turned back to him again. Was it his imagination, or did he see the remnants of a slight flush in her cheeks?
Cassie went on to explain something called a ‘Sleeping Beauty.’ He didn’t understand most of the verbiage she used. Princess, witch, curse, prince… the terms only served to further confuse him. He thought he understood what she was trying to say, though. Apparently it was a story in human folklore about a female called ‘Princess’ who fell into an unnatural sleep. He wondered if Curse was a type of illness. If it was, he hoped it had long since died out. It would be bad news if he or Cassie fell into a coma like that.
Cassie went on to explain how the thing called Prince revived Princess with a kiss. By that, he assumed Prince was the female’s mate. But how was it possible for one to heal a sickness with no medicine or surgery? The concept made no sense to him at all. Perhaps it was just a coincidence that Princess overcame the disease when her mate kissed her. Of course that could lead Prince to believe that he was the one to make her well again. Or maybe the storyteller was the one to spin their tale into something more fantastic.
Cassie suddenly switched courses by reaching into the bag of weapons and tossing him something. Serix caught the object and held it up to examine it more closely. It didn’t look dangerous at all. It was just a rounded case with a metal button on one side. Curiously, he pressed it and a tiny blade sprang out from the side. The knife was so small. He imagined trying to use it in a fight, but the image was so ridiculous that he just laughed.
“Here, take that,” Cassie said. “It's got a knife and a few other tools. It comes in handy a lot.” Another thought seemed to cross her mind and she met his gaze. “If you want, maybe tomorrow I can give you some lessons in shooting?”
“Thanks for the offer,” Serix said, tucking the blade back into its case and setting it on the table next to his bed. “But I think I know how to use a gun.” His eyes glittered teasingly as he looked back to Cassie. “From what I can see, it functions just like a Silencer. It just uses different ammunition, right? There’s not much of a difference. I can adjust.” He stretched out his legs and rolled onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. “We should go to sleep, since it’s probably late. It’s so hard to tell with these constant lights. It almost feels like it’s still the middle of the day.” He frowned and glanced back at Cassie. “Is there any way to turn them off—at least in this room? They’re messing with my sleep patterns.”
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Serix thought he would be ready for any reaction Cassie threw at him. Yelling, hitting, accusations… he was prepared for it all. What he didn’t expect was for her to wrap her arms around him in an embrace. It caught him so off-guard that he didn’t even think to return the gesture. He just blinked at her in surprise when she pulled away and thanked him for doing what he did, saying that her panic attacks were usually much worse. He managed to smile again. At least he had been able to make the whole experience less traumatic for her. That had to count for something.
“Now, let's go get those weapons,” Cassie said. “It’s just a few buildings down. We can take the roof. A higher ground will keep us out of their sight and we'll be able to see them before they see us.”
“Sounds good to me,” Serix agreed. He followed her as she found a ladder on a nearby building and began to ascend it to the top. They travelled along the tops of the buildings, leaping across the gaps between each one. He was reminded of the time they first met. Except back then, he had been pursuing Cassie like prey during a hunt. He looked at her now, golden hair streaming in the wind. She seemed to be shrouded in an eerie glow with the moonlight reflecting in her hair and eyes. It was no wonder he had been so fascinated with her that first night. He had just been too wrapped up in the thrill of the chase to notice the draw of her unearthly beauty.
They continued running along the buildings until they found the weapons store. Cassie led the way inside and wasted no time in filling her bag with supplies. While she was busy doing that, Serix wandered among the shelves of guns and other weaponry. It was the first time he had gotten a close look at any human-made instruments of war. Many of them were similar in size and shape as the Lunairan Silencers and ray guns. He picked up a long gun from a rack. It was surprisingly heavy, quite unlike the featherweight weapons of his people. He wondered how it would have been used in battle.
Serix saw that Cassie had finished loading up on supplies. He put the gun back where he had found it – they would have enough weapons already – and walked back to join her at the entrance. On the way back, he stopped by a glass display of weapons labeled ‘pistols’ and leaned over the case. One model in particular had caught his eye. It had a sleek, black-and-silver build and was about the same size as his Silencer. Something about it just looked Lunairan to him. He moved around to the other side of the glass display to open it up and take out the gun. It still had the characteristic heaviness of human weaponry, but in comparison with the other guns he had come across, the pistol was much lighter. He took it with him when he went to rejoin Cassie.
The trip back was welcomingly uneventful. They managed to make it all the way back to the hideout without catching even a hint of the Scouts. When they were back in the storage room, Serix sat down on his bed and leaned back against the wall it was propped against. He yawned and stretched his arms over his head tiredly.
“No more going out for a long while... that was... crazy,” Cassie muttered from her own bed.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Serix said. To exaggerate his weariness, he let himself fall sideways until he was lying down and then let out a groan. “I could sleep for days.” He met her gaze across the room. “At least we got what we needed, right?”
“Now, let's go get those weapons,” Cassie said. “It’s just a few buildings down. We can take the roof. A higher ground will keep us out of their sight and we'll be able to see them before they see us.”
“Sounds good to me,” Serix agreed. He followed her as she found a ladder on a nearby building and began to ascend it to the top. They travelled along the tops of the buildings, leaping across the gaps between each one. He was reminded of the time they first met. Except back then, he had been pursuing Cassie like prey during a hunt. He looked at her now, golden hair streaming in the wind. She seemed to be shrouded in an eerie glow with the moonlight reflecting in her hair and eyes. It was no wonder he had been so fascinated with her that first night. He had just been too wrapped up in the thrill of the chase to notice the draw of her unearthly beauty.
They continued running along the buildings until they found the weapons store. Cassie led the way inside and wasted no time in filling her bag with supplies. While she was busy doing that, Serix wandered among the shelves of guns and other weaponry. It was the first time he had gotten a close look at any human-made instruments of war. Many of them were similar in size and shape as the Lunairan Silencers and ray guns. He picked up a long gun from a rack. It was surprisingly heavy, quite unlike the featherweight weapons of his people. He wondered how it would have been used in battle.
Serix saw that Cassie had finished loading up on supplies. He put the gun back where he had found it – they would have enough weapons already – and walked back to join her at the entrance. On the way back, he stopped by a glass display of weapons labeled ‘pistols’ and leaned over the case. One model in particular had caught his eye. It had a sleek, black-and-silver build and was about the same size as his Silencer. Something about it just looked Lunairan to him. He moved around to the other side of the glass display to open it up and take out the gun. It still had the characteristic heaviness of human weaponry, but in comparison with the other guns he had come across, the pistol was much lighter. He took it with him when he went to rejoin Cassie.
The trip back was welcomingly uneventful. They managed to make it all the way back to the hideout without catching even a hint of the Scouts. When they were back in the storage room, Serix sat down on his bed and leaned back against the wall it was propped against. He yawned and stretched his arms over his head tiredly.
“No more going out for a long while... that was... crazy,” Cassie muttered from her own bed.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Serix said. To exaggerate his weariness, he let himself fall sideways until he was lying down and then let out a groan. “I could sleep for days.” He met her gaze across the room. “At least we got what we needed, right?”
As Serix waited in the darkness, his mind began to wander to strangely simplistic things. He noticed how small Cassie was, how it seemed like he could bury her in his embrace. He noticed her smell, the texture of her clothes, the touch of her hands, the subtle brush of her hair. He had to remind himself multiple times that they weren’t safe yet. He had to focus and keep listening in case the Scouts returned. And yet his thoughts continued drifting back to these trivial details.
“I think it’s clear,” Serix broke the silence after a few minutes. He slowly released Cassie, finding that he was somewhat reluctant to let go of her. He traced his fingers down her arm to find her hand in the darkness so he could guide her to the door. He fumbled for the latch for a moment. When he found it, he gave it a sharp twist. The lock clicked and the door slid open.
Serix peeked out of the compartment to double-check that the Scouts were gone. Once he was certain they were alone again, he led Cassie out of the metal box and over to a nearby alleyway, where they could stop in the shadow of the buildings. He let go of her hand and turned to her with a smile.
“You made it,” he said. “That took a lot of courage.” His expression turned a bit sheepish and he looked down at his feet. “Sorry I dragged you in there like that. I couldn’t find any better places to hide, and I didn’t know it would scare you so much.” She was probably furious at him for forcing her into such a position. He closed his eyes, waiting for her sharp retribution.
“I think it’s clear,” Serix broke the silence after a few minutes. He slowly released Cassie, finding that he was somewhat reluctant to let go of her. He traced his fingers down her arm to find her hand in the darkness so he could guide her to the door. He fumbled for the latch for a moment. When he found it, he gave it a sharp twist. The lock clicked and the door slid open.
Serix peeked out of the compartment to double-check that the Scouts were gone. Once he was certain they were alone again, he led Cassie out of the metal box and over to a nearby alleyway, where they could stop in the shadow of the buildings. He let go of her hand and turned to her with a smile.
“You made it,” he said. “That took a lot of courage.” His expression turned a bit sheepish and he looked down at his feet. “Sorry I dragged you in there like that. I couldn’t find any better places to hide, and I didn’t know it would scare you so much.” She was probably furious at him for forcing her into such a position. He closed his eyes, waiting for her sharp retribution.
Serix gently stroked Cassie’s hair and held her more tightly to try and sooth her. She was breaking down. Her panicked words were evidence enough of that. She wouldn’t last much longer. He tilted his head slightly, listening in vain for a sign that the Scouts were passing by. It was no good. The metal walls blocked the outside noises out too much. How were they supposed to know when the coast was clear?
“Shh,” Serix hushed Cassie lightly. He brought his hand around to wipe a tear from her cheek and lift her face up to look at him. “We’re going to be fine, okay?” By now, he had realized the real source of her anxiety. The compartment wasn’t dangerous in any way; she just feared being trapped inside of it. He wasn’t yet certain whether it was the darkness or the closed in walls that terrified her – maybe it was both – but that didn’t matter. He just needed to distract her somehow.
“We have to wait a little longer,” Serix went on softly. “Just focus on me, okay? Don’t think about anything else.” He paused. There was a muffled sound outside of the compartment. He held Cassie’s head against his shoulder again, hoping she would stay silent. If he could hear the Scouts from inside the box, they must be very close.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise. One of the Scouts was trying to open the locked door. Serix tensed and held Cassie protectively against his chest. His heart pounded. If the Scout decided to break down the door, they would be trapped. Even if they tried to fight off the first one, the other Scout would surely stop them before they got away.
There was a muffled voice outside. Serix guessed it was the other Lunairan, since it sounded distant. To his surprise, a second voice answered. It wasn’t the person standing outside the compartment. There were more than two now? It would be bad if Cassie lost control now. He put his mouth close to her ear and whispered, “Remember: focus on me. Don’t worry about anything else.”
The Scout outside the compartment finally spoke up. “No, the pilot said to check everywhere,” he called back to his companions as he tried the door again. There was an unintelligible reply from one of the others, then: “You never know. I’m just following orders… Well, maybe he lost his weapon and tried to hide and got stuck in here… I don’t know… Heh, you’re one to talk… No… Fine, whatever. Just don’t blame me if the pilot gets mad at us.” There was the sound of receding footsteps as the Scout descended the ramp. They were leaving. Serix let out his breath and relaxed his tight embrace around Cassie. The immediate danger had passed.
“Let’s just wait a couple more minutes,” Serix said quietly. “To make sure they’re really gone. Then we can get out of here, alright? I know you want to leave as soon as possible, but we should put some distance between us and them first. Think you can last a little bit longer?”
“Shh,” Serix hushed Cassie lightly. He brought his hand around to wipe a tear from her cheek and lift her face up to look at him. “We’re going to be fine, okay?” By now, he had realized the real source of her anxiety. The compartment wasn’t dangerous in any way; she just feared being trapped inside of it. He wasn’t yet certain whether it was the darkness or the closed in walls that terrified her – maybe it was both – but that didn’t matter. He just needed to distract her somehow.
“We have to wait a little longer,” Serix went on softly. “Just focus on me, okay? Don’t think about anything else.” He paused. There was a muffled sound outside of the compartment. He held Cassie’s head against his shoulder again, hoping she would stay silent. If he could hear the Scouts from inside the box, they must be very close.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise. One of the Scouts was trying to open the locked door. Serix tensed and held Cassie protectively against his chest. His heart pounded. If the Scout decided to break down the door, they would be trapped. Even if they tried to fight off the first one, the other Scout would surely stop them before they got away.
There was a muffled voice outside. Serix guessed it was the other Lunairan, since it sounded distant. To his surprise, a second voice answered. It wasn’t the person standing outside the compartment. There were more than two now? It would be bad if Cassie lost control now. He put his mouth close to her ear and whispered, “Remember: focus on me. Don’t worry about anything else.”
The Scout outside the compartment finally spoke up. “No, the pilot said to check everywhere,” he called back to his companions as he tried the door again. There was an unintelligible reply from one of the others, then: “You never know. I’m just following orders… Well, maybe he lost his weapon and tried to hide and got stuck in here… I don’t know… Heh, you’re one to talk… No… Fine, whatever. Just don’t blame me if the pilot gets mad at us.” There was the sound of receding footsteps as the Scout descended the ramp. They were leaving. Serix let out his breath and relaxed his tight embrace around Cassie. The immediate danger had passed.
“Let’s just wait a couple more minutes,” Serix said quietly. “To make sure they’re really gone. Then we can get out of here, alright? I know you want to leave as soon as possible, but we should put some distance between us and them first. Think you can last a little bit longer?”
The moment they stepped outside the building, Serix was on high alert. His eyes were already flickering between shadows as he scanned their surroundings for any sign of movement or brief flash of violet grow. The cover of darkness was a double-edged sword. The other Lunairans could hide in its shadowy cloak just as easily as he and Cassie could. They would have to be extremely cautious.
They moved swiftly and silently, ducking through pockets of shadows and stopping to wait and listen whenever they found adequate cover. So far, everything was progressing smoothly. They had yet to catch either sight or sound of a Scout. Serix began to feel his tension ebb away. Maybe the other Lunairans had moved on to a different sector of the city. He and Cassie had chosen the perfect time to leave the hideout to stock up on weaponry.
As if fate were mocking him, Serix saw a flash of movement up ahead just as the thought passed through his mind. He froze. The sound of footsteps echoed off of the nearby buildings. The Scouts were coming their way. He frantically looked around in search of someplace to hide. The buildings were most likely all locked, and they couldn’t waste time trying to open the doors. The alleyways would only provide cover until the Scouts got close, and then they would be completely exposed. The details zipped through his mind.
Then he saw the wheeled vehicle. It looked like an odd mode of ground-level transportation, but by now it was probably too old to run. What caught Serix’s attention was the compartment attached to the back. It was a small, windowless box barely large enough to fit three or four people, but for their purposes it was perfect. Better yet, the compartment’s door was cracked open. It wasn’t locked.
He snatched Cassie’s arm and hurried over to the door, pulling it open wider so they could slip inside. He started to step inside, but felt Cassie tug back. He turned to her, wide-eyed. What was she doing? They didn’t have time to waste. The Scouts would see them standing out in the open at any moment now. They had to hide.
He faltered slightly when he saw her expression. She looked stricken with fear at the sight of the compartment. He wondered why she would be afraid of such a harmless looking thing. Was there some hidden danger to it that he wasn’t aware of?
He didn’t have time to ponder over it. The footsteps were drawing nearer. Whatever frightened Cassie about the compartment couldn’t possibly be worse than getting caught be the Scouts. He cast her a brief, apologetic look and yanked her inside, closing the door behind them. It locked with a soft click.
Serix blinked against the pitch darkness. He strained to listen for the footsteps of the other Lunairans, but the metal walls of the box blocked out any noises from outside. The only sounds he could hear were those of their own labored breaths. Cassie’s sounded short and tight with panic. He held her close to himself, wrapping his arms around her lower back, and silently willed her to stay quiet. If she broke down and screamed, they would get caught for sure.
“It’s okay,” Serix murmured gently against her ear, keeping his voice as soft as he could. He tried to sound encouraging in spite of his own racing heart. “We only have to hide here until they pass us by.” He brought one hand up to press her head against his shoulder. Her hair was soft against his fingers. He shuddered and closed his eyes. “Won’t be long, now.”
They moved swiftly and silently, ducking through pockets of shadows and stopping to wait and listen whenever they found adequate cover. So far, everything was progressing smoothly. They had yet to catch either sight or sound of a Scout. Serix began to feel his tension ebb away. Maybe the other Lunairans had moved on to a different sector of the city. He and Cassie had chosen the perfect time to leave the hideout to stock up on weaponry.
As if fate were mocking him, Serix saw a flash of movement up ahead just as the thought passed through his mind. He froze. The sound of footsteps echoed off of the nearby buildings. The Scouts were coming their way. He frantically looked around in search of someplace to hide. The buildings were most likely all locked, and they couldn’t waste time trying to open the doors. The alleyways would only provide cover until the Scouts got close, and then they would be completely exposed. The details zipped through his mind.
Then he saw the wheeled vehicle. It looked like an odd mode of ground-level transportation, but by now it was probably too old to run. What caught Serix’s attention was the compartment attached to the back. It was a small, windowless box barely large enough to fit three or four people, but for their purposes it was perfect. Better yet, the compartment’s door was cracked open. It wasn’t locked.
He snatched Cassie’s arm and hurried over to the door, pulling it open wider so they could slip inside. He started to step inside, but felt Cassie tug back. He turned to her, wide-eyed. What was she doing? They didn’t have time to waste. The Scouts would see them standing out in the open at any moment now. They had to hide.
He faltered slightly when he saw her expression. She looked stricken with fear at the sight of the compartment. He wondered why she would be afraid of such a harmless looking thing. Was there some hidden danger to it that he wasn’t aware of?
He didn’t have time to ponder over it. The footsteps were drawing nearer. Whatever frightened Cassie about the compartment couldn’t possibly be worse than getting caught be the Scouts. He cast her a brief, apologetic look and yanked her inside, closing the door behind them. It locked with a soft click.
Serix blinked against the pitch darkness. He strained to listen for the footsteps of the other Lunairans, but the metal walls of the box blocked out any noises from outside. The only sounds he could hear were those of their own labored breaths. Cassie’s sounded short and tight with panic. He held her close to himself, wrapping his arms around her lower back, and silently willed her to stay quiet. If she broke down and screamed, they would get caught for sure.
“It’s okay,” Serix murmured gently against her ear, keeping his voice as soft as he could. He tried to sound encouraging in spite of his own racing heart. “We only have to hide here until they pass us by.” He brought one hand up to press her head against his shoulder. Her hair was soft against his fingers. He shuddered and closed his eyes. “Won’t be long, now.”
Serix let out a short laugh at Cassie’s dumbfounded look. He must have given her quite a shock with that last move to leave her so breathless. For some reason, the knowledge that he could startle her like that left him grinning. It was entertaining to tease her. But that wasn’t the only reason he was amused. Their entire relationship was an oddity in itself. He found that he was beginning to treat her as he would an old friend, even though his society had always dictated a heavily enforced division between unmated males and females. Because of this, he was a bit surprised at how easily he was warming up to Cassie. Had it really only been three days?
His smile faded a little at her mention of obtaining more dangerous weapons. He really didn’t want to use deadly force on his own people. Every fiber of his being screamed against it. But what other choice did they have? Cassie was right: knocking the other Lunairans out for a few minutes at a time would only get them so far. All they had to do was gather all the Scouts together and attack. He and Cassie would be badly outnumbered, and while the Silencer hadn’t killed her the first time, he wasn’t sure if her heart could take another jolt like that. If another Scout were to shoot her, she might not recover again. The thought sent a shiver down his spine.
“Do you... think we should try to get more weapons?” Cassie asked hesitantly. “I mean... I know where the weapons store is, but... it’s just a matter of getting there with those Scouts out there... Do you think we should try to go soon or do you think it might be better to wait?”
Serix shifted uncomfortably. He wished he could think of another way to fend off the Scouts without resorting to the use of deadly force, but he drew nothing but blanks. The thought made him feel sick, but it was looking more and more like the human weapons were their only option. He could only hope that they would never need to use them. But you know the likelihood of that, a sinister voice whispered in the back of his mind. What will you do when the Lunairans come to repopulate the Earth? You’re bound to be found out sooner or later. You’ll be arrested and Cassie will be— He blocked out the rest of the morbid thought.
He looked at Cassie. Right now, the last thing he wanted to do was put them both in harm’s way. Leaving the safety of the hideout would definitely jeopardize that plan. But at the same time, waiting could prove to be a far more dangerous option. Right now they only had to deal with two reluctant opponents. The pilot might send more if the first Scouts don’t find him. In a few days, the city could be crawling with searching Lunairans. If they were going to stock up, they had to move quickly.
“We should go now,” Serix said at last. “The sooner we leave, the sooner we can come back, right?” He looked around the bare storage room, lit by the constant flow of electricity. “It’s hard to say for sure, but it’s probably starting to get dark outside. We can move under the cover of shadows. It’s our safest bet if we want to get these… guns.” The word tasted bitter on his tongue with its malicious connotations. “Come on then. Let’s go.”
His smile faded a little at her mention of obtaining more dangerous weapons. He really didn’t want to use deadly force on his own people. Every fiber of his being screamed against it. But what other choice did they have? Cassie was right: knocking the other Lunairans out for a few minutes at a time would only get them so far. All they had to do was gather all the Scouts together and attack. He and Cassie would be badly outnumbered, and while the Silencer hadn’t killed her the first time, he wasn’t sure if her heart could take another jolt like that. If another Scout were to shoot her, she might not recover again. The thought sent a shiver down his spine.
“Do you... think we should try to get more weapons?” Cassie asked hesitantly. “I mean... I know where the weapons store is, but... it’s just a matter of getting there with those Scouts out there... Do you think we should try to go soon or do you think it might be better to wait?”
Serix shifted uncomfortably. He wished he could think of another way to fend off the Scouts without resorting to the use of deadly force, but he drew nothing but blanks. The thought made him feel sick, but it was looking more and more like the human weapons were their only option. He could only hope that they would never need to use them. But you know the likelihood of that, a sinister voice whispered in the back of his mind. What will you do when the Lunairans come to repopulate the Earth? You’re bound to be found out sooner or later. You’ll be arrested and Cassie will be— He blocked out the rest of the morbid thought.
He looked at Cassie. Right now, the last thing he wanted to do was put them both in harm’s way. Leaving the safety of the hideout would definitely jeopardize that plan. But at the same time, waiting could prove to be a far more dangerous option. Right now they only had to deal with two reluctant opponents. The pilot might send more if the first Scouts don’t find him. In a few days, the city could be crawling with searching Lunairans. If they were going to stock up, they had to move quickly.
“We should go now,” Serix said at last. “The sooner we leave, the sooner we can come back, right?” He looked around the bare storage room, lit by the constant flow of electricity. “It’s hard to say for sure, but it’s probably starting to get dark outside. We can move under the cover of shadows. It’s our safest bet if we want to get these… guns.” The word tasted bitter on his tongue with its malicious connotations. “Come on then. Let’s go.”
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Anyhow~ I hope you enjoy your time at the site :)
“Much better,” Serix nodded in approval when Cassie performed the uppercut the second time. “The more you practice, the more comfortable you’ll feel with it. Let’s move on to the next one.”
“So,” Cassie grinned challengingly at him. “Before we go on to the roundhouse kick, show me what else you can do. What other fighting skills have you learned that are more… impressive?”
“More impressive, huh?” Serix raised a brow at her. Despite his attempts to act professional, he couldn’t help the upward tug of his lip. She was blatantly asking him to show off for her. How could he refuse? “I perform best in a real fight, but I do remember a few sequences from my childhood training.”
He took a stance and closed his eyes, taking a moment to steady his breathing. He opened his eyes again when this was done, executing a precise jab at where he envisioned his opponent’s throat was. He swiftly followed the motion with another punch at the invisible enemy’s stomach and used the momentum from both attacks to sweep his leg out as though knocking the enemy to the ground.
As he straightened his posture, he brought his elbow back as if a new opponent had approached him from behind. He pivoted on his foot and swung his other arm up and around the invisible enemy’s neck, using the momentum along with a subtle motion of his foot to trip it and to throw it to the ground.
Next, he executed a roundhouse kick to another imaginary opponent like the one he had demonstrated to Cassie, except instead of simply dropping his foot back to the floor, he jumped to alternate his legs and strike his fake opponent twice in the side. He finished the spin by bringing his elbow down on the enemy’s neck to knock it down. At the last second, he pivoted again and lunged toward Cassie, shooting his arm out and stopping his hand a mere hairsbreadth from her throat. His fierce expression gave way to a mischievous simper and he took a step back.
“That’s what else I can do,” Serix said.
“So,” Cassie grinned challengingly at him. “Before we go on to the roundhouse kick, show me what else you can do. What other fighting skills have you learned that are more… impressive?”
“More impressive, huh?” Serix raised a brow at her. Despite his attempts to act professional, he couldn’t help the upward tug of his lip. She was blatantly asking him to show off for her. How could he refuse? “I perform best in a real fight, but I do remember a few sequences from my childhood training.”
He took a stance and closed his eyes, taking a moment to steady his breathing. He opened his eyes again when this was done, executing a precise jab at where he envisioned his opponent’s throat was. He swiftly followed the motion with another punch at the invisible enemy’s stomach and used the momentum from both attacks to sweep his leg out as though knocking the enemy to the ground.
As he straightened his posture, he brought his elbow back as if a new opponent had approached him from behind. He pivoted on his foot and swung his other arm up and around the invisible enemy’s neck, using the momentum along with a subtle motion of his foot to trip it and to throw it to the ground.
Next, he executed a roundhouse kick to another imaginary opponent like the one he had demonstrated to Cassie, except instead of simply dropping his foot back to the floor, he jumped to alternate his legs and strike his fake opponent twice in the side. He finished the spin by bringing his elbow down on the enemy’s neck to knock it down. At the last second, he pivoted again and lunged toward Cassie, shooting his arm out and stopping his hand a mere hairsbreadth from her throat. His fierce expression gave way to a mischievous simper and he took a step back.
“That’s what else I can do,” Serix said.
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