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Chapter 36 by micdan282 micdan282

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The Fight Continues

Four thugs remained, they gathered around Nightingale ready for a final push. The first one lunged. She tried to sidestep, but he clipped her shoulder with a wild swing. Pain flared as she stumbled back, gritting her teeth. He pressed forward, throwing another punch, this time she caught his wrist, twisted hard, and used his own weight to flip him over her hip. He slammed onto the concrete with a thud, the air knocked clean out of him.

She barely had time to draw a breath before the second thug came at her from the side, swinging a rusted steel pipe. She ducked, but not fast enough, he caught her in the ribs, the **** of sending her staggering. She gasped, wheezing through the pain, then dropped low and kicked his legs out from under him. As he hit the ground, she followed up with a sharp punch to his throat, then an elbow across the jaw. He went limp.

The third one was faster, younger. He darted in, jabbing at her like a boxer. The first punch snapped her head to the side, stars blinking in her vision. The second hit her gut, and she doubled over, coughing.

She raised her arms in time to block a third strike, then lashed out with her forehead, cracking his nose. He reeled back and she bolted for the nearest shipping container. With a grunt, she ran halfway up the wall, flipping off it in a tight arc. She landed behind him, drove her knee into his spine, then followed up with a kick that sent him sprawling into a crate.

Three down but she was winded. Her side screamed with every breath.

The fourth thug wrapped his arm around her throat before she could react, dragging her back in a chokehold. She clawed at his arm as he lifted her off the ground. Her fingers found the stun setting on her baton and she jammed it into his thigh. He screamed and dropped her.

She hit the ground hard, rolled, and came up swinging, her fist cracking across his jaw. He staggered, dazed. She stepped in and drove her knee into his gut, then brought her elbow down like a hammer onto the back of his neck. He collapsed at her feet. She stood over them, breath ragged, chest heaving. Bruised, battered, blood running from her lip. She was rusty but still standing.

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