February 26, 2050 - 20:50
Da Nang, Vietnam - Nova Oriental Nightclub
The leader of the gang was staggered and fell onto the floor, his hands covering his mouth and writhing in pain.
His mouth was filled with blood, pouring from the freshly detached hole left by the impromptu dentist appointment. He could taste the thick metallic flavor of his own blood pouring, an experience he had never had before.
All around him, people were shocked by the event. The leader's goons – baffled and angered – tried to help him back onto his feet. My's squadmates, who was just as baffled as the goons by My's action, however, they were prepared for a fight regardless.
The audience all around them was filled with a mix of bewilderment and excitement, since an impromptu MMA was about to happen in front of them. Some of the audience started cheering and chanting 'FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT,' and some even went as far as organizing a betting pool.
The leader finally got up to his feet, shrugging away his underlings' helping hands, and spat out his blood-mixed saliva onto the floor.
He glared daggers at the tanned woman in front of him. She had a shit-eating grin on her face, clearly taunting him after she'd dared to ruin his good-looking face and even ruin his perfect teeth.
His anger reached its maximum. He pointed at the woman with one hand, the other one hiding his ruined face.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GET THEM!"
At the leader's command, the goons separated into two groups, with four heading toward the girls and the rest charging at the guys.
Chisato's face darkened as she saw the men running at her. She had been getting better at hand-to-hand training; however, they were at a disadvantage in numbers.
Before the men got to their location, My noticed the nervous Chisato and gave her some advice.
"Trust in your own skill. Judging by their stances, they probably aren't professionally trained. Just isolate the fight into one-on-one and control the fight."
Chisato glanced at My before focusing back on the approaching men. She gulped, swallowing her saliva and steeling herself.
As soon as the first guy got near Chisato, He swung his fist toward her head. Chisato reacted and ducked underneath his wide swing, then immediately swung her fist to strike his throat.
The man had a brief look of surprise on his face when Chisato dodged his strike, then his face immediately scrunched up when his throat was struck.
He stumbled back while grabbing his throat, trying his best to regain his breath and reeling in from the pain.
Chisato was quite surprised at herself. She was able to actually utilize the lesson learned from hours of martial arts lessons within the past week. That gave her a boost of confidence, but she kept her guard up still.
The second man approached Chisato, his leg thrusting straight at Chisato's abdomen. Chisato stepped aside, barely dodging his leg, and grabbed onto it, holding his leg under her armpit.
Chisato's gaze went up to the man, and for a split second, both Chisato and the man were in a brief staring contest.
Chisato's gaze then went down toward the man's crotch.
The goon, realizing what Chisato was looking at, had a horrified face and quickly covered his baby dragon with both hands.
However, instead of violating his manhood, Chisato swept her leg at his. Her leg struck his own, forcing the man to do an involuntary split.
The goon, who had never taken a yoga class in his life, let out a high-pitched scream while clutching onto his pearly treasure.
As if that wasn't enough of an insult to the second man, Chisato landed a kick to the side of his head, knocking him out cold on the floor.
Chisato let out a soft chuckle, both a relief and a surprise to see how capable she was. She gave herself a pat on the back in her own thought.
"Behind you!" someone yelled out to Chisato, snapping her back to reality.
She turned around and saw the man she previously disabled had already recovered and closed the distance while she was daydreaming. His fist was already in the air, flying toward Chisato.
She quickly brought her left arm up to her head to shield herself, barely just in time to block his fist from ruining her face.
The man continued his assault, throwing rapid punches left and right. Utilizing her training, Chisato dodged and blocked the oncoming attacks, backing away from the man.
Getting enough distance from the man after enduring the onslaught of punches that left her arms in pain, Chisato returned the favor with a fast kick to the man's side. The kick landed and caused the man to stumble slightly; however, other than wincing from the pain, the kick didn't do much to him.
Using the opportunity afforded by the kick, Chisato pressed forward with a determination finish the fight before it dragged out for longer than she could last. She threw a combo of left and right hooks at the man, all of which were blocked.
Since the man was busy blocking her attack, he didn't have a lot of situational awareness. Seizing the moment, Chisato thrusted her hand toward his solar plexus. The hit in his solar plexus caused the man to yelp a painful grunt and stop protecting his face, granting Chisato a golden moment to finish the fight.
She executed a combo of left-right-left hooks on both sides of his face and into his side, where his liver should be, respectively. The liver shot immediately caused the man to be in excruciating pain, his vision and focus fading away, drool leaking from his lips uncontrollably.
He stumbled backward while trying to regain his consciousness and his focus, until his back met against the counter. He couldn't believe that he was being beaten to a pulp by a girl who looked like she couldn't even lift a 20-kg barbell.
While he was regaining his footing, his hand came across a glass bottle of beer. Without a second thought, he grabbed the bottle, smashed the bottom, and created a makeshift weapon with the sharp and jagged broken bottle.
'Fuck dignity and honor, this bitch won't get away with humiliating me like this,' he thought as he charged at Chisato, ready to deliver a lethal stab.
Chisato, ragged breaths, and drenched in sweat, looked up and instantly turned pale at the sight of the man charging at her with the broken bottle. She was still catching her breath and wasn't aware of her surroundings, and by the time she noticed, she had little time left to dodge.
'Oh fuck!' she thought as she braced herself for the pain.
*****
My was in a bad mood.
A few minutes earlier, she was on cloud nine. She was intoxicated by alcohol and was dancing with one of the prettiest girls that she had ever seen in her life. It had been quite a long time since she was able to actually enjoy life the way she wanted.
All of it was spoiled the moment the dickhead leader of the gang decided to hit on My and Chisato while they're having their own private moment. At first, she gave the man a polite decline; however, whether he was a dense bastard or just couldn't take a refusal, the man was insistent on getting both her and Chisato to hang out with his group, no doubt with some devious intention.
No longer able to take the insult to both her and Chisato, My gave the man a solid slap across his face, giving him a reason to escalate the situation even further. It was an impulsive decision by My, but she despised people taking advantage of those who are weaker.
However, the slap didn't happen without calculation. She was aware of the obvious disadvantage of her and Chisato's position; however, she did spot her teammates in the background. With little to no other ways to call her friends, and the wannabe gangster group would definitely hold her back if she wanted to go and get her friends, she decided to cause a debacle with the slap in the hope of getting her friend's situation.
Fortunately for My, the fiasco caused enough heads to turn for Peter to notice their situation and group up behind the mobsters.
'Judging by appearance and stance, these guys definitely don't have any martial art experience. Eight experienced and trained martial artists against fifteen bumbling fools… Fair game, I'd say," she thought to herself as she grabbed the half-finished beer bottle that she was drinking, 'the only one i'm worrying about is Chisato… eh, I could help her out when she really needs it, it's good for her to get some actual combat experience, even if it's just a bar fight.'
Focusing back to the present, she noticed that the man was about to start the conflict.
"Teach these bastards…"
Just before he could finish that sentence, My aimed at the leader and threw the bottle at the man's face.
*CRACK*
An audible sound echoed throughout the immediate area, causing all the onlookers to shudder. The bottle made direct contact with the leader's teeth, cracking and removing one of his front teeth.
'Heh, good job me, impressive impromptu tooth removal,' she kept it to herself as the man was helped up by his underlings.
The man got up, commanded his men to charge at her and her friends while he stayed back to watch.
'2 men on me, 2 on Chisato, the other 10 split against the boys, and the pussy just sat back. Unfair fight, but when has life ever been fair or kind?'
She chuckled to herself as she geared up for a fight. The two men who chose to fight My were bigger than the other two who were going for Chisato. My chalked it up to the fact that they subconsciously saw My as a larger threat, literally and figuratively, since she was freakishly tall for an asian girl.
The first guy, decently tall for a Vietnamese guy, charged at My with his arms open, intending to grapple her to the ground. As he got close and was about to tackle her, My lowered her body, her left hand grabbed onto his right wrist, and her right arm positioned right under his pit.
Before the man could even wonder why he couldn't grab the girl, she turned 180 degrees, forcing him against her back, twisted her body forward while yanking his arm. The man let out a scream as his body was forced to follow the motion and went over My's shoulder, slamming against the bar counter and landing behind it, shattering glasses and bottles in the process.
My, still keeping her situational awareness up, heard the second man closing the distance behind her. A glance at her back to judge the thug's distance and height; she spun and twisted her body 180 degrees again, bringing the heel of her shoe up high, just in time to meet the thug's face.
The man stumbled to the side and crashed against the vacant barstools, eliciting cheers from the crowd watching the fight.
Looking around, My confirmed that all of her friends were doing okay. The boys were able to handle themselves well, even with the numerical disadvantage. That much was a given, since most of them were experienced in one way or another. Chisato seemed to be able to deal with the untrained thugs on her side well enough, a fast learner she was, My thought.
It didn't take long before the first man, who was manhandled over the bar, got back up and was raring for payback. He was clearly more cautious now, adopting a boxing stance and approaching My, although My could tell that he was just imitating the pose, probably watched too many movies, and thought he could do it.
This time, though, My would be the one to take the initiative. Stepping toward the man, arms readied, legs primed, eyes locked onto her opponent. Both of them circled each other, staring and gauging each other out for a few seconds. My's face was confident and smug, while the thug was fuming with anger, and even more so seeing her shit-eating grin.
My started the duel, sending a few jabs at the man's face, which he blocked with his arms. He returned the favor with a combo of jabs and hooks, pushing My back as he kept on advancing. However, despite advancing and gaining momentum, he hadn't landed a single hit on her, as she was ducking, weaving, and deflecting his punches.
His anger got the better of him as he continued his flurry of attacks, none of which were successful. It was clear at this point that the girl in front of him was just toying around. He refused to acknowledge the fact and destroy his ego and continued expending his stamina. His breath got rougher by the seconds, and his face turned red from the exhaustion and blood pumping in his system.
My enjoyed messing around with the thug a little bit too much – even by her standard – that she almost lost situational awareness. Out of the corner of her vision, she could see the thug, who was fighting Chisato, holding a sharp, broken bottle.
Although Chisato excelled at learning new martial arts in the past week, there was no way she could deal with an armed opponent, not yet. My decided that it was in everyone's best interest to help Chisato out.
She positioned herself just close enough to the armed thug with her back against him, while still facing the thug she was fighting. The moment he sent a straight punch at her, she swiftly dodged his fist, grabbed the clothes on his shoulders, stepped back to gain momentum, pulled her back against the floor with her foot against his abdomen, and pulled him toward her.
Exhausted with no stamina, the thug was easily pulled into a Tomoe Nage, his body lunged forward as she pulled his clothes. Right when his body was at the airborne peak, she pushed her foot and sent the man flipping in the air. Thanks to My's positioning, the thug went crashing ass-first against the armed thug's face, giving him a face full of cake and sending both of them tumbling onto the floor, losing the improvised weapon.
Chisato, on the verge of panicking, was baffled by the scene. She couldn't believe that another thug had just crashed into her opponent, saving her from potential lethal danger.
She looked over to the girl who just saved her ass. The savior was lying on her side, a grin wide on her face, while she gave a peace symbol and an air kiss at Chisato.
'Haaaiiizzz… this idiotic girl…' Chisato let out a sigh of relief, and a chuckle right after.
It was a chaotic night, but it was one to remember nonetheless.