21 The Elite Bullies- VI

"My bad! I also missed my bargain sale because of you so we can call it even, right?", I replied with a forced smile.

"You eagerly want to get killed, don't you?", said the crazy bitch with her eyes wide open.

It's almost sunset and the orange rays of sunlight entered the room and illuminated the old room. Her red hair and eyes glittered when the sun ray made a contact. She looked hella pissed and I might lose my life if this situation prolonged.

Well if I could just stay away from her limbs than I will be safe.

"I don't wanna raise a hand on a girl but I will make this an exception.", I said and charged at her.

I threw first a jab punch followed by simultaneous kicks. My blows hardly had much power because of the constant fatigue but if I manage to place a clean hit, then I might be able to at least slow her down a bit.

But she easily managed to dodge everyone one of my attacks. Unlike me, she was a powerhouse.

I can't even see a sinch of fatigue.

She looked at me with bloodthirsty eyes,

"My turn to attack!"

She suddenly attacked with a roundhouse kick aimed at my face. I reflexively ducked to avoid it. It was a fast but a powerful kick that might have knocked me out cold. Now her body was still in momentum as she used that kick. I arose from my posture after ducking to punch her but suddenly a sting in my arm stopped me from doing so.

This was a very different pain as if my arm was just stabbed by a knife. My brain froze on that place for a second. Then I realized she utilized her momentum and performed a sweep kick. I jumped across the other side and quickly grabbed the crowbar beside me.

She restored from her posture after sweep kick and faced at my direction.

Just when I used my crowbar to flick the ashes from the fireplace at her eyes.

"Ahhh! The hell!", she squealed as she rubbed her eyes, "Stop using such cheap tricks like a coward! And you really call yourself a man?"

She rubbed one her eyes with one hand while with the other she searched me.

"Says the girl who used enchanted equipment on a defenseless boy who was returning home after he had a hefty dinner; Then dragged him to a secluded alley along with heavily armed brutes just to beat him to a pulp, right!", I replied with a sarcastic tone, "Also to survive I can use whatever means at my disposal. I don't care if my way of fighting wasn't cultured or I don't have a sense of honor. As long as I accomplish my objective, I don't care! 'Be a Man?' That type of atrocious and ludicrous type of thinking not worth jack! At the end of the day if you still had a head attached on the shoulders along with food, water, and shelter. That's all I need. That's all I care."

I still remember the days when I had to run small errands to collect a few coins to purchase for daily living. It was really hard to get but I was still able to fulfill my role as their parent.

Paying the rent, the school fees, and their clothes and food cost all by myself.

Those were some gruesome days but I still worked my ass off to get the money. Sometimes I used to starve myself as we couldn't afford food for us, three people.

Every day I felt like I was living worthless life being bullied by haters on the road and abused during the work. I wanted to kill myself and I thought lots of time to end myself in different ways.

But all the freaking time Armin and Roses face popped in my mind.

How would they be able to live if I were to be gone? Who would look after them?

Who would ready Armin school? Who would listen to Rose's everyday nags?

I then gave up on such depressing thoughts and instead focused on making my life better. I wanted Armin and Rose to have a better future, one without a struggle. I wanted them to live a lavish life like those of the rich noble people had.

Rose and Armin were the beacons of my hope and because of them I still had a family where I belonged. Only living together in a single roof as they smiled was enough of a dream.

But the girl standing in front of me now.

She doesn't know the meaning of such a struggle. All the things she were spoon fed. They had a big house of their own, money to spend on food and clothes and even servants who know even wiped clean their ass after taking a dump for all I know.

Honor? Pride?

Those were nothing but hollow tangible affections created by man.

That was the same thing why that witch of a mother dumped us in the first place. She just tossed us like we were ear wax picked out from her ears.

Pride and honor can kiss my ass for all I care!

The bitch rubbed one of her eyes and frantically searched for me with her other arm.

"Where the heck are you? Coward! Fight fair and square. Is this the way to treat a girl.", she mumbled as she threw fits.

I grabbed my crowbar firmly to use the sharply pointed edge.

I was feeling slightly excited to attack her as she blindly looked for me and rambled on.

I could have made my escape now but I really wanna give her a taste of her own medicine. I know there might be people thinking what a piece of shit I was, that planned to attack a defenseless girl.

You know what, I am a piece of shit!

I don't care about moral ethics and such crap! If it were some other person, I might have escaped and harming them would have been a secondary option.

But this bitch broke my arms and beat me to a pulp with overpowered armaments along with her ally.

She stood in front of me and her back turned at my direction as she tried to find me in the wrong place.

"Don't dare to attack me in such condition! Once my vision restores, pray that you receive a clean death."

Such harsh words came from the blind bitch, who didn't know where I was.

I took my crowbar and charged at her, swiftly.

I won't aim at her vital organs so even if I stab her, she would be fine as soon as she gets medical treatment.

I jabbed her right at her abdomen with all my force.

"Ahhh!", she screamed in agony, "Just kidding!"

What?

Just to my surprise, she caught the edge of the crowbar with her hands.

"What the hell are you?!", I squealed in shock.

I tried to pull the crowbar but her grip was iron strong.

She forcefully opened one of her eyes and glared at me with her red sore eyes,

"Nice try!", she said.

That crowbar should have skewered her hand in two but she didn't even get a scratch. No man would have been able to get away without at least getting a scar.

Then I realized she was wearing a pair of white gloves with a weird jewel embedded above the knuckles.

I left out a huge sigh.

"Don't tell me that's an enchanted glove.", I asked her with a smile.

At my question, she started to bend that crowbar with her grip alone. The jewel glowed slightly.

That's definitely one of the enchanted equipment.

I was a dead man if she recovered her sight.

I kept a firm grip on my crowbar and with full force kicked between her grip and the crowbar. She had folded the top side of the crowbar with her monstrous grip. So now the bar had a fold which made the metal brittle at the folds. The crowbar quickly snapped in two after I kicked it.

This all happened instantaneously, in a seconds worth.

This time I would aim at her head instead.

"No, you don't!", she screamed and suddenly punched the floor.

The whole floor collapsed and we started to fall down towards the ground.