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Broken Man
Norma stood in a tank top and her jeans, her wrists effortlessly swinging her blades about her like pinwheels. Dirk remained in the doorway, unsure if he really wanted to speak with her or not.
“Whenever you’re done, Norm.” he informed and got a sideways glare from her, before she rose her chin and dove her sword into the air with familiar ferocity.
“He is your friend?” she asked and spun her sword again marking down another blow to her imaginary opponent.
“Who?” Dirk asked watching her closely. The woman would throw a sword at his head if she felt like it, so he had to pay attention to those flailing silver daggers.
“the man you came with. The one in silk.” She added and gave a grunt as she sliced and spun in the air at the same time.
“Yes. He’s –“
“The Romantic Assassin, I know.” She snapped as she aimed her swords again.
“If you know who he is then why are you asking me?”
“I’m asking if you are his friend – do you know what he does?”
“Kill people for money like you and me?”
Dirk called it and narrowly missed her katana blade as it came flying at his face and lodged itself in the door frame he had been leaning against.
“Goddamn, woman!”
“He’s an abuser!” she snarled at him and started at him with her other blade, it was then Dirk realized her had stumbled fully into her dojo. He scrambled away from her to the opposite end of the room but she threw her katana again and it landed in the floor at his feet. He tried to balance on his toes and fumbled back looking at her.
“What? How is he an abuser?”
“Do you know what he does to women?” she hissed and reached behind her for a set of tiny blades. Dirk felt his stomach fall.
“I feel like your gonna tell me… Possible you can tell me and not try to kill me at the same time?” he asked, slowly backing up with his hands held up.
“No.” she snapped and her heard the blades cut through the air as he dove for the floor again.
“He uses them. He impregnates them and then leaves them!” each one of her words was another blade whistling past Dirk’s head as he sprinted across the dojo and up against a wall.
“He’s a murderer, Norma! What do you want from him? A nuclear family with two point five kids – JESUS!” he ducked a blade slicing the top of his hand and he stumbled to the ground.
As he climbed to get back up she rounded on him and used his back to flip herself over him and kick him in the gut, sending him on his back with a grunt. She stepped on his chest and pressed down on him, her dark green eyes glaring down on him.
“He is a man and like all of you men he is a womanizer! A reproductive abuser!” her heavy Columbian accent rolled her arms and Dirk pushed her foot off him and jumped back up to his feet. She shoved him and shoved a new blade beside his head into the wood behind him.
“What the hell, Norma!?” he cried, “He’s human! That’s all that proves! He’s not abusive!”
“You know nothing of abuse.” She snarled at him and backed off to wipe sweat from her brow, turning her back to him.
Dirk checked his shoulder for possible cuts and backed away from the wall and started back to the original exit, marked by her first thrown katana. Before he could move another inch he felt legs wrap around his neck and hurl him head over heels and land on the matted floor beneath them. She wrapped her knee around his throat and tightened her grip around him with ease. He flailed, half because of the sudden invasion of his personal space and half because he wouldn’t breathe from her strength. She wasn’t a large woman – petite, and the very definition of it as well, but when she got a hold of you; it was like an anaconda with its meal.
“Norma!” Dirk croaked struggling against her.
“You befriend the worst people, gringo!” she hissed at him.
“Leggo!”
She released and kicked Dirk away from her, standing up and flipping her long blond curly hair over her shoulder.
“Your friend is a bastard!” she sword, “And so is every other man like him.”
“Fine!” Dirk croaked, “I’m a bastard. He’s a bastard – just – let me leave, goddamn!”
“No.” she said in a softer tone than before and knelt beside him, “You, Dirk, are broken. I knew it the moment I met you. You are a broken man with nothing left to lose.”
“So you jump me!?” he squawked coughing slightly.
“No… I teach you that it isn’t just life that can kick your ass.”
“Yeah, it’s a five-foot-two Columbian with anger issues.”
“Whenever you’re done, Norm.” he informed and got a sideways glare from her, before she rose her chin and dove her sword into the air with familiar ferocity.
“He is your friend?” she asked and spun her sword again marking down another blow to her imaginary opponent.
“Who?” Dirk asked watching her closely. The woman would throw a sword at his head if she felt like it, so he had to pay attention to those flailing silver daggers.
“the man you came with. The one in silk.” She added and gave a grunt as she sliced and spun in the air at the same time.
“Yes. He’s –“
“The Romantic Assassin, I know.” She snapped as she aimed her swords again.
“If you know who he is then why are you asking me?”
“I’m asking if you are his friend – do you know what he does?”
“Kill people for money like you and me?”
Dirk called it and narrowly missed her katana blade as it came flying at his face and lodged itself in the door frame he had been leaning against.
“Goddamn, woman!”
“He’s an abuser!” she snarled at him and started at him with her other blade, it was then Dirk realized her had stumbled fully into her dojo. He scrambled away from her to the opposite end of the room but she threw her katana again and it landed in the floor at his feet. He tried to balance on his toes and fumbled back looking at her.
“What? How is he an abuser?”
“Do you know what he does to women?” she hissed and reached behind her for a set of tiny blades. Dirk felt his stomach fall.
“I feel like your gonna tell me… Possible you can tell me and not try to kill me at the same time?” he asked, slowly backing up with his hands held up.
“No.” she snapped and her heard the blades cut through the air as he dove for the floor again.
“He uses them. He impregnates them and then leaves them!” each one of her words was another blade whistling past Dirk’s head as he sprinted across the dojo and up against a wall.
“He’s a murderer, Norma! What do you want from him? A nuclear family with two point five kids – JESUS!” he ducked a blade slicing the top of his hand and he stumbled to the ground.
As he climbed to get back up she rounded on him and used his back to flip herself over him and kick him in the gut, sending him on his back with a grunt. She stepped on his chest and pressed down on him, her dark green eyes glaring down on him.
“He is a man and like all of you men he is a womanizer! A reproductive abuser!” her heavy Columbian accent rolled her arms and Dirk pushed her foot off him and jumped back up to his feet. She shoved him and shoved a new blade beside his head into the wood behind him.
“What the hell, Norma!?” he cried, “He’s human! That’s all that proves! He’s not abusive!”
“You know nothing of abuse.” She snarled at him and backed off to wipe sweat from her brow, turning her back to him.
Dirk checked his shoulder for possible cuts and backed away from the wall and started back to the original exit, marked by her first thrown katana. Before he could move another inch he felt legs wrap around his neck and hurl him head over heels and land on the matted floor beneath them. She wrapped her knee around his throat and tightened her grip around him with ease. He flailed, half because of the sudden invasion of his personal space and half because he wouldn’t breathe from her strength. She wasn’t a large woman – petite, and the very definition of it as well, but when she got a hold of you; it was like an anaconda with its meal.
“Norma!” Dirk croaked struggling against her.
“You befriend the worst people, gringo!” she hissed at him.
“Leggo!”
She released and kicked Dirk away from her, standing up and flipping her long blond curly hair over her shoulder.
“Your friend is a bastard!” she sword, “And so is every other man like him.”
“Fine!” Dirk croaked, “I’m a bastard. He’s a bastard – just – let me leave, goddamn!”
“No.” she said in a softer tone than before and knelt beside him, “You, Dirk, are broken. I knew it the moment I met you. You are a broken man with nothing left to lose.”
“So you jump me!?” he squawked coughing slightly.
“No… I teach you that it isn’t just life that can kick your ass.”
“Yeah, it’s a five-foot-two Columbian with anger issues.”