Chess can be badass. Without my having to be kicked half to death. Either this is another fluke or Chester has been holding back on me. Asshole, I told him I'd rather he injure me than he get injured because he's too nice to practice on me.
Okay, so I'm eating my lunch in the alley out back, minding my own business, when Frank shows up. I think FUCKKKK because Frank is about the same height as Chester and twice as wide and I doubt I could do much damage to him, not without a weapon...
Not that I could help it- I didn't have time to retrieve my cricket bat so I engage this massive hulk of a man with MY BARE HANDS and I actually did quite well until he got me cornered so I couldn't use my agility to my advantage. I'm strong for a petite 165cm young woman, but compared to Frank? Yeah, no. No dodging, I'm screwed.
I'm just considering dropping my pride and screaming for help when I hear someone yell "What the...OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!" and then Chester hurtles out of the back door and RUGBY-TACKLES Frank and takes over from where I left off in terms of beating the living shit out of him.
Point 1- Frank has a healing factor. This is worrying.
Point 2- I took a while to help him because I had to get over the shock of Chester, kindly, sweet-natured Chester, Chester who gardens in his spare time and loves animals and cries in movies and who I've looked after ever since I met him, BREAKING A GUYS ARM.
Then I did the sensible thing and joined in, because what kind of Action Girl would I be if I just stood there like a love interest?
...Yeah. Couples bonding much?
Speaking of couple, congrats very much to Ava and Reach. I went awwwwwwwwwww.
On that note, I need to go. Love you all.