DROP FORTY-FOUR
The drum started beating. The match was on.
Patty’s team charged as they were told to, screaming at their opponents. Within seconds, they had two girls pinned down, the qwik had the skull and the chain was protecting her, rushing forward.
Score.
“Woohoo!” a man cheered from the audience, loud enough to be heard over the ruckus that ensued.
Patty looked up. It was Hector. She bit her lips but they turned into a smile.
Reset.
Drum beating.
“2-1-2,” she said and the girls complied. She shield-bashed the first enforcer in her way, dumping her behind completely. Red blood sprayed the field.
Patty pressed on, charging the chain. She was spinning her ball around her in wide arcs, already hitting one of her enforcers, going for another hit.
She brought the shield up and p
