28: Losing Control

Romero The other Alpha leapt onto a closed dumpster, then kicked several trash cans toward me. My arm swung to block the oncoming cans. The cans slammed into the wall, rolled to the ground, and hit the wall again. It wasn’t just one. This time, he kicked another can toward me. Again and again, I jumped to the side to dodge the cans. The clanging sounds echoed, waking up people inside the club. “Coward!” I spat and jumped onto the dumpster with a high leap. When we were close again, I lunged to bite his calf. He anticipated my move and dodged once more. After fighting him for a while, I could read the patterns. This bastard avoided my punches rather than blocking them. Just as I suspected, he preferred dodging to striking. This time, I feinted. When my left fist swung, the man moved to my right side to dodge. With my sharp right claw, I clawed his shoulder, stopping his movement. He cried out as blood flowed from his shoulder through the wound. I then twisted his arm and dropped my body