Yes

My first goal was getting that belt away from Nikki. The second was getting back into the fight. Just her bra and panties and this fight was mine.

“Come and play, Hannah,” she continued twirling my belt around. “You’re not going to run away, are you?”

I bit my lip. Still feeling the sting of the belt, it was tempting, but I didn’t. I stood my ground and began my march towards her again.

I moved slowly at first, luring her in. When I edged closer, I sprinted towards her. The move seemed to catch her out of nothing. She couldn’t even raise the belt to strike me before I bull-rushed her, knocking the weapon from her hand. She stumbled backwards and tripped over an errant tree root.

I lunged for her and caught one of her ankles. I didn’t know why but I took the time to pop off the sneaker and remove the ankle sock as she thrashed to get away. When I released one foot, I grabbed the other and did the same again. She was now barefoot.

I figured that this fight meant not leaving the other with a stitch of clothing, and that meant shoes too. Either way, she’d find it hard to kick me now.

As Nikki scuttled away, I made for my next item of clothing...