The Woman

by Aries L. Aguirre

 

          “This is such a disrespectful thing to do to a woman,” he remarked, an angry scowl etched on his face. He shrugged of his coat and advanced towards the woman with such incredible speed that he had been reduced to a blur of red hair and black. A strangled cry slipped the woman’s lips when she brought her arm up to guard against the man’s all too powerful kick. The kick shook her to her bones as she slid back a couple of paces, yet her original stance had not change. The attack had shaken her, but she was uninjured, and it was her turn to strike.