Future worlds (II)

I flow around a crucifying uppercut, Tyr moves like quicksilver towards me constantly prodding my defenses with jabs, crosses and hooks as well as his terrifyingly fast uppercut, whenever I get far enough away from him for any respite I’m having to catch jumping front kicks or spinning side kicks with cross blocks and getting pushed backwards across the practice mats which wheeze loudly. He launches a roundhouse, his least favourite kick and it connects solidly with my ribs, winding me, I fall flat onto my back.
“Your getting better Shaman, you can almost keep up with me.” The smile and the teasing is respectful enough, seeing as I could level a mountain down on him if i really felt like it.
“If it’s anyone but you I can floor them.” He opens a bottle of water so much of it dribbles down his chin I wonder if he has nerve damage in his bottom lip. I hold that thought to myself, I don’t think I want to have him spar me again even if he isn’t angry.

“I have to ask, why aren’t you grabbing for alpha Avery?” He moves across the floor to the door, I follow and we sit outside the warehouse. He lights a cigarette, being a paranormal creature the damage they do to his lungs heals almost as quickly as he can build it up.
“Because none of the cat weres in the city are mate material.” He goes silent and the jest goes out in his eyes.
“Shit.” he says. I nod he reaches into an icebox and pulls out a beer. I take both of them in my hands and invigorate the water in the liquid and make it embrace the frost bringing it to just above freezing. I hand his back and pop mine open with my teeth. Steam rises from the bottle when it touches Tyr’s hand. “Thanks.” he says we look out at the horizon, or as much as is visible behind the giant concrete walls the surround the city. “I got it!” he jumps to his feet,I don’t move and take another pull off the longneck, I tilt my head towards him bemused. “You haven’t met her because she isn’t a bloodline were.” It hits me what he’s getting at and nod once.
“So what you want me to change and go around biting every woman within two years of me I can find?” I take another pull on the bottle. “Sounds like a good way to get requisitioned.”
“If you’ll just let me finish, because your a shaman you can only form a mate link with?”
“Green and Bush Witches.” I finish for him, he nods and sits back waiting for it to sink in. “there can’t be many who aren’t a part of the pack anyway and I know everyone in the pack.” He nods to himself and finishes what’s left of the water and fermented hopps.
“According to the last census there are three green witches and two bush witches who aren’t a part of the pack.” I take this all in and take finish my home brew.
“Okay one more round and lets go witch hunting.”

Future worlds (II)

A boy called Star

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