The Lycaetos

Chapter 5- We don't Talk

The house is surprisingly clean for a Sunday morning. The quads, or at least that's what everyone calls them, are fighting over some french fries the eldest of the group made. Well eldest by a minute. There's four of them, all guys, all born from the same womb. Trent, Rin, Tory, and Riku.They too were taken in by Hunter's parents, but they are considered more part of the family and actually fit in, unlike me. Maybe it's because they were taken in when they were born? I don't know. Don't care, just need to get something quick on my way to my sparring with Hunter. 

Like the smart girl I am, I decided to wear full blown sweats. A three-quarter sleeve oversize cat sweater to be exact, and ankle length loose pants. Mainly this outfit is to hide my leg though. Not sure if the sweat that's bound to form will be embarrassing enough to make it not worth it. My hair is pulled up in a ponytail at least, so my neck won't be so gross. The kitchen is rather small, because Hunter's mom mainly orders food for major meals so the kitchen is delegated to simpler tasks, like storing my granola bar. Crunchy slightly too sweet granola bar, yet perfect for filling me just enough that I don't pass out while fighting. 

I grab said granola bar, pass the quads, almost bump into a maid but just in time pass her, then go out the back to the sparring range. Yes we have a sparring range here. 

It's basically a hard dirt lot with various tools and objects for practicing fighting. Hunter, Hunter's dad, the quads, seemingly any and all visitors, and Crane(Hunter's little brother) all are quite obsessed with it. As a result, I'm forced to join in on these practices as well. Admittedly, I'm a bit into them too. 

It's the one time I can fight back without getting in trouble. 

Hunter's already there, wearing sweatpants, but completely shirtless, preparing for our spar. Looks like it's going to be a hand to hand style combat as he didn't take out any of the swords or other weapons. He also looks to be in an even worse mood than he was this morning after the spider incident. My hand makes its way to the back of my neck, anxiously rubbing it, as I look on at his deep glare aimed toward the dirt in front of him. I chuckle to myself, trying to calm down.

Time to turn that frown all around, cause I'm totally gonna punch him in the face. 

He shoots a hard look my way. I pick up my pace. 

Before I have even a chance to get into the proper form he kicks me, right in the leg. Specifically right in the spot where my gash is. He hits me like he hates me. That's the first thought that runs through my mind. It hurts like hell. The second thought. Having tough skin doesn't make up for my lack of immunity to certain attacks. I still heal slow. I can't believe the other winged wolf creature took out a chunk from my leg, normally not even knives or bullets can cut me!

I respond to his kick with a punch to his throat, but not too hard. I need to hold back cause if I punched him with any more strength I'd probably kill him. Though even if I went all out, I still suspect he could take me down, he's either really lucky or just too scary for a human. The way he barely reacts and quickly dodges even some of my faster moves. 

My next move he dodges, but he keeps aiming for the injured part of my leg, hitting it with less force the following times. As if trying to throw me off balance. Then swinging with his fist for my chest or stomach. Finally, I sneak a blow to his back, using slightly more force then I expected, but before I actually hit his back Hunter turns and catches my foot mid-air. The strength of my hit pushes him back about a centimeter, yet his face is just ever present with the same strong glare. Not even a wince. Angst fills me at the sight.

Suddenly he throws my leg up and I fall to the ground. My view goes from him to the sky. I whisper a quiet 'fuck it' in his direction. Then push myself up and swing with even more strength than my kick. Not until I'm about to hit him do I come to my senses. I can feel a drop of cold pain hit the bottom of my stomach. Afraid about what will happen next. Scared my temper will finally rat me out. Terrified I'll hurt him.

Just about to hit him, he dodges it. 

A sigh of relief escapes me. 

"You really are lucky." My words slip out. 

Hunter looks away and scoffs. 

"Your aim's just terrible Ara."

Kind of wish I hit him.