Chapter 33

A few days had passed since her nightmare, and Amay found herself forced to one knee as she needed a moment to catch her breath and reorient herself. Which deep breath, the taste of iron filled her mouth, while at the same time, a small trickle of blood started to flow down her lips as she feeling the effects of being hit square in the mouth. She licked her lips, trying not to waste the small amount of blood, especially in this fight, as she needed to calm herself. Even though she only needed a moment to catch her breath, Amay found it challenging to plan her next step or do anything with her opponent countering her nearly every time.

"Damn it." The words passed through her mind while her focus was cut short, with Martha looking down at her.

"Do you submit?" The muscular woman asked in her usual monotoned voice. While Martha stood a few feet away, waiting for her much smaller opponent's answer, she watched her like a hawk.

Amay could feel Martha's green eyes fixate on her. She was watching and scanning her every movement, even to her breathing pattern. It was as if she was planning her next step and adjusting her moments based on Amay's very own thoughts. It was nearly causing a chill to go down her spine.

Amay didn't say anything as she tried to get back to her feet. She could feel that the wound on her lip had healed, but she knew she couldn't afford to heal herself since she still needed blood to make weapons. As she raised her hands, Amay could see her hand ever so slightly tremble. She was nervous.

"I need to get stronger. So I can't afford just to submit. Besides, I still owe you for the last two times," Amay smirked at Martha. She played off her nervousness as she readied herself.

"Hmph," Martha let out as she straightened up. Her gloves began to cry as they were barely able to hold themselves together as she balled up her fists. She then took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled, thoroughly clearing and calming her mind. After rolling back her shoulders, her eyes then focused on Amay.

Amay could feel her body tense up from the girl's gaze. While no energy or power leaked or poured from Martha, Amay felt as if she was facing something completely different.

"No turning back now, " Amay told herself as she carefully inched towards Martha. She knew she needed to pace herself while at the same time not lowering her guard. Amay stopped half away near her taller and muscular opponent. Her aura began to clash with Martha's, creating some tension, but she could feel and know Martha was holding back a lot more.

As a light breeze went by, both of them came to life. Amay first move was to bring down one of her hands to try and get a blood weapon formed; however, Martha closed the distance between them. Green energy surrounded Martha's right fist as she tried to aim for Amay's head. Her fist managed to get some of Amay's hair as Amay moved her head just a few seconds out of the way of her initial course. A smirk spread across Amay's face as she realized her trap worked.

With those precious seconds, she closed both of her bloodless hands and used her height and their minimum distance to her advantage. Amay clenched her fists as she was able to strike at Martha's side directly in her ribs twice. She heard a groan come from Martha as she felt both strikes. While this was a small victory, she knew she couldn't get cocky with those mere hits. She tried to pull herself back, but Martha grabbed her hand. As she tried to pull her arm back, Amay attempted to claw at her capture's arm, but she froze when she saw Martha bring her other hand up, trying to hit her.

Amay managed to block the first blow using her forearm. Her arm buckled from the first strike as she felt how heavy Martha's punch was from that one blow. She thought her arm was going to snap in half from it. She barely had time to do anything, as she had to ready herself for more as Martha went on the offense.

With each strike, Amay could feel her arm wanting to give out or break. She soon realized that Martha wouldn't give her a minute to think or do anything as she continued to strike. Her arm was bleeding, and a dark purplish bruise grew more and more. She didn't know how many more punches she could take before her arm would give out, but she realized it was going to very soon, at any rate.

"Damnit," she thought to herself as she focused on blocking still.

Amay then looked down at Martha's legs and realized her footing was slightly off. She had an idea for the moment. She dropped her arm and allowed one of Martha's punches to graze the side of her face. She then forced herself towards Martha's chest and got low enough to try and get between her legs. She used her free hand to scratch the back of Martha's knee, forcing her down onto one leg. However, she didn't count for one thing.

Martha allowed both her legs to go out and allowed all her weight to fall on Amay's chest. Amay let out a loud gasp from the sudden press down and weight of her taller opponent. Martha loosed her grip on Amay's arm, grabbed her arm with her own and her legs, and pinned her fully to the ground. She looked down at Amay's face, who realized she had made a bad error.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," Amay began to repeat as she realized how bad she messed up. One of her arms was pinned tightly while the other was stuck entirely under the girl's leg. Even if Amay wanted to use them, the arm that blocked Martha's punches was severely hurt to do anything. All she could do was look up at Martha's stone face.

"Do you submit?" She asked her one more time.

Amay remained silent as she tried to figure out a plan to escape. Even with the pain and weight becoming more and more, she didn't say anything. But her idea of trying to escape was getting nowhere. She then heard a sigh come from Martha.

"Very well then," Martha softly spoke. She then leaned her head over Amay's, so she could see what she was doing. Martha began to gather her spit as a pucker her lips. "Submit," Martha told Amay as she allowed a bit of her saliva to hover from her mouth.

"You disgusting bitch! Get your fat ass off of me." Amay said, lashing out at Martha, but couldn't do anything but move and scream at her. "How dare you do such a childish thing to me. Get off of me, you cow. You worthless dog, " Amay continued to struggle as she watched Martha began to retracted and extend her spit.

Martha kept her straight face, but a devilish smirk came across her lips. All she wanted to her was Amay submit, but she heard everything but that.

As Amay struggled, moved, and yelled obscene things at her capture, she accidentally bumped Martha in the wrong spot and caused the spit to break and escape her. Time slowed down as both Martha and Amay realize what happened. Their eyes both went wide as that single liquid fell through the air and landed in Amay's opened mouth. A very shocked expression came on both of their faces as Amay body made her swallow it due to how it landed.

The area around them grew quiet as Martha watched Amay process what had just happened. She slowly got off of her and released her arm, but Amay didn't move. Martha watched as the short girl's face and eyes slowly retracted as reality finally set in on.

Amay took a deep breath as she let out a scream as if she was getting murdered. Martha watched as she turned over and began to spit, lick her tongue on grass, and curse at her in no order.

Elizabeth shook her head in disappointment at what she had just watched. She just got up from her chair and went into the house to grab her a bottle of wine for the insuring argument. She only mumbled to herself while shaking her head.

"I'm too old for this shit," she repeated to herself as she went to the refrigerator.