It's not every day that the Supernatural Investigation Agency SIA evaluates three teenagers whether they are fit for duty. But defiant Sally Storm, genius Ryan Montgomery and special kid Moe Doe are not everyday kids. They handled monsters before, s...
The first tests were not really challenging for Sally and her friends. But there is still Mr. Jumper and his test of Sally's fighting abilities. A fifteen year old girl against a professional martial arts instructor? Sounds clear to me who'll win.
But Mr. Jumper hasn't seen Sally in action, yet. You can. There is a great fight scene in the three friends's first full length adventure „Teen Monster Hunters", where you can see Sally kick ass. But is it enough to win against Mr. Jumper?
„Teen Monster Hunters", now available as print and ebook.
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Sally wiped off her sweat with a towel after Mr. Jumper had driven her over circles parkour.
"Not too bad, your shape is superb; you practice Karate, right?"
"Yeah, three to four times a week. Plus school team soccer, but only because I have to," Sally said, panting.
"Fight sports usually give you good all-around fitness. Soccer doesn't hurt; ball coordination is something important, too. Ready for some little fighting?"
"Do I have to?"
"Sure, it is a part of the evaluation," Mr. Jumper said.
"What's your style?" Sally asked.
"A variety of things. A little bit of everything."
"You are understating your abilities massively, Sir," Sally said.
"I might. Never show your hand until late in the game," Jumper laughed.
"So we fight free style?" Sally threw her towel away and got up again and went over to the tatami mats at the side of the court.
"That is fine for me. And feel free to pull through with me, a little full contact spices the fight," Mr. Jumper said and loosened up a bit.
"Are you sure?"
"Karate is a very predictable sport, so don't worry."
Sally gave a small formal bow to indicate that the fight had begun. Jumper repeated the gesture, and both the opponents started to circle each other. Sally started with two mock attacks with her fast right leg, which was easily blocked by Jumper. Easily and fast. Just to test the water. But that one attack told Sally already that a clean fight was out of the question against this guy. Mr. Jumper's reaction time was quicker than anyone she had ever fought. He already had his block in place the moment Sally had shifted her weight to ready herself for a move. His upper leg and arm bones were as hard as steel. A fighter way over her grade! So Sally decided to get dirty, and take Mr. Jumper up on his "little full contact" offer.
Honor dictated that it was now Jumper's turn for an attack, and he came at Sally fast, extremely fast, with a high-low combination of his own. Sally's mind did not even try to comprehend the moves, block them, or react to them. She had decided on the spot to simply ride them out, defy any normal fighter's reaction, and get as close as possible to this guy. How hard and how painful could it be?
Extremely painful! She needed the momentum of surprise to bag this fight, and she simply took two fast steps forward into the motion of Jumper. An excellent fighter as Jumper had timed his moves so that they would have stopped an inch before Sally's arm or leg. The high slap of Jumper hit her at the shoulder, hurting like a hit with a baseball bat. The low kick reached Sally's left leg, ruining her balance, hellishly painful, too, but Sally was in her intended striking distance. Too close for Jumper to place another kick or punch or to defend himself properly, his right hand way behind Sally, his left foot between Sally's legs. Her hands were useless, too, but then, who needed hands? Sally threw her head forward and her forehead struck Jumper's nose.
Jumper was caught completely unprepared. This wise-mouth girl had jabbered and complained all during warm-up. She had delivered a technically well-executed but powerless initial attack and Jumper had decided to try out her reaction time and defense skills with a punch-kick combination of his own. The first moment his fist actually hit the girl's shoulder, Jumper had a bad concience, That poor girl, did I really misjudge? and he tried to take the energy from his kick, but failed to do so either. That stupid girl, why are you coming at me like... In the fraction of a second his mind had gone from concentration to pity to anger to ...
... the realization that this could be a trap.
And...
Pain! Skull vs. Nose—skull always won, even when delivered by a petite girl of fifteen years and hundred pounds. Jumper's nose broke instantly, but the pain travelled too slow for him to know that. A second later, he had to tackle Sally's second surprise—a short stop, half-force knee-punch into the crown-jewels of Mr. Jumper.
The fight was over after ten seconds; Sally had won.
Jumper held his nose with one hand, and his balls in the other, lying sideways.
Sally had paid the price too, as she couldn't feel her left arm anymore and could hardly move her left leg. Wincing loudly, she limped over like an old lady to the sideline to retrieve her towel and returned and placed it under Mr. Jumper's head, so that the blood from the bleeding nose wouldn't ruin the tatami mat.
"Should I call for help?" Sally asked the man.
"You little piece of ...! Are you crazy?" Jumper hissed through his teeth, pain still wrecking his body.
Sally took it as a 'no', thought about kicking his nuts again but decided not to ruin her super-secret agent career prematurely. She leaned down and said "You called the game, Sir. Freestyle, full contact. And a wise man once told me never to show my cards until late into the game."
