“Well, fuck.” Indi cursed under her breath when she found herself in an alley without scape.
So, apparently, Skinheads liked to meet in the middle of the streets. And to pursue innocent girls who just happen to be using a “Everybody is gay!” pink T-shirt.
And maybe said girls should just ignore their nasty comments instead of throwing comebacks.
And maybe these girls should also learn some self-defence. Or at least how to run faster.
But now isn’t time for “maybes”. Indi could hear the guys approaching. Damn, she was trembling.
Where the fuck went the year I spent in Judo, for fuck’s sake.
She backed of until her back was pressed in the wall, already able to see the skinheads instead of just heard them. They were just so close now, three of them, all being that kind of muscled guy that definitively uses steroids.
The first one — who Indi deducted that was the leader — approached, she gulped and then everything happened at once.
Suddenly one of the back guys was thrown at the other. Not pulled, thrown. Like, lifted up and stuff. This was enough to distract the leader one, giving Indi the opportunity to use her most powerful attack: a well given kick-in-the-nuts. The guy was on the floor in a matter of seconds.
The brazilian looked up to see her savior, that already had put the other men to sleep.
“Kaikuo?!” She was surprised to say the least. When did the other girl got so strong? Oh, right, android. Duh. “You- how- why-” Indi paused, breathing. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I was just passing by and saw you running and came to the rescue!” She joked, Indi couldn’t help but smile as the two walked out of the alley. "Nice t-shirt, by the way."
“Yeah, sure, do you want it?”