Maybe then you could let it out and feel a little better.?
Helen had tried to cry, but no tears came. Instead, all that she felt
was this creeping nothing inside her. She knew she should care
about how Matt felt, but she didn?t even care how she felt, not even
when she was fighting for her life against Hector on the mat. Their
workouts had become brief and brutal. Now that Helen no longer
had an emotional block against using her bolts she was learning
how to control them and let them out bit by bit. Only someone who
didn?t mind getting fried could fight her hand to hand. Now,
coupled with the power of the cestus, which made her impervious
to any weapon, Helen had become nearly undefeatable.
Toward the end of their session that day Hector tried to put her
in a Kimura and she electrocuted him for the third time. He
dropped unconscious to the mat. After a moment, she approached
him and nudged him with her toe.
?Are we done here?? she asked him with raised eyebrows when
he came around.
?You still don?t know how to fight,? he mumbled as he wiped
blood off of his lips.
?You bit through your tongue,? Helen said flatly. ?You should
probably take a break.?
Helen went to her corner to drink some water. She saw Claire,
Jason, Cassandra, and Ariadne all staring at her from outside the
fight cage. Jason was the first to move. He took two long strides,
jumped fluidly over the metal fence, and landed next to his shaking
brother.
?I think that?s enough, Hector,? Jason said. ?She doesn?t need any
more training.?
?She can?t even throw a punch!? Hector protested, slurring his
words.