Texas Sharka P.O.V

"Bring it on, weak freak!" I giggled jokingly. Me and Feral were practicing hand to hand combat. Feral started it off with a quick punch to the stomach. I quickly ran towards Feral sliding under her and elbowed her in the back. She fell to the ground but immediately flipped back up. "Nice try but it will take a lot more then that to bring me down!" Feral said with a smirk. She then grabbed me at the waist carrying me like a firefighter. "Put me down Feral!" I said as I punched her back. "Let me hear what I want to hear first." She replied. "Ugh, fine, you win." I said. "So how long does an average date take?" I asked Feral because Skipper had been gone since last night. Feral's eyes widened. "Shit! Let's go find her, I think I know where she is." Feral stated. I quickly followed after Feral. Feral walked with a frown on here face. "I hope Skippy is ok," I sniffled. Feral led me to a dump were rats scampered around. Suddenly a faint cheering started a few piles from here. I looked at Feral and she looked at me, we both nodded and headed for the hill of garbage. We climbed a pile at least eight feet tall. When we got to the top I saw an arena with stands full of bazerkers and shady looking people.
"Skipper?" I whispered in shock. Skipper was in the arena fighting off three bazerkers weapon less! Feral slid down the garbage onto the bleaches and I followed. "Hey! Your the lady of the roses!" One of the rebels shouted in awe. Feral stomped on his toes. We ran down the bleaches and jumped right into the arena. "Finally I can stop fighting!" Skipper squeaked weakly. "Not just yet." I said as bazerkers and rebels started jumping into the arena. I grabbed my tomahawks and started fighting, Feral was yelling for Jackral and angrily punching, Skipper was punching with amazing skill. There was to many to fight off. "Ahhh!" An ear shattering scream rang out from Skippers derection. She had a thick rod of metal sticking through her thigh. Skipper pulled the metal out of her leg and fell to the ground. Suddenly a gust of wind blew everyone away from her. Skippers eyes turned gold and her wound bursted with golden light. Before I knew it Skipper was back on her feet! "Come on we have to go!" Shouted Skipper. Feral lifted skipper up the wall of the arena and then me. We helped Feral up and we ran. No one followed us. "How did you do that!" I asked Skipper.

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