Plan...

MAVERICK

His hands tightened around the Swiss knife while he glared at me. His eyes were black, I noticed and I could see his skin was white. A strand of his hair stuck out of his cap showing off his strawberry blonde hair.

I saw a movement in his muscles and I immediately leaped out of my place. He crashed into the wall and I wasted no time in running to him. I attacked him from behind while he tried to cut me with the knife.

He grunted and tried to free himself from my hand pinning his hand to his back. I hit his wrist making the Swiss knife fall with a clattering sound. I looked down to kick the knife away when he pushed the wall with his leg taking charge of the fight. A kick to my stomach made me go tumbling to the corner of the room.

I looked up in anger to see a slight movement in his mask. Is he smirking right now?

"You bastard!" I yelled picking up the pace and I slammed my elbow into his face. He fell to the ground and pulled me along with him.

I turned him over and sat