Helanie:
"Okay, you hit her," Hans said, rubbing his palms anxiously. I frowned at him and growled.
"What made you think I could knock her out?" I asked, shaking my head.
"Hans should do it. He is already very ruthless," a timid girl from our team suggested, and Hans’ eyes narrowed at all of us.
"You all should be thankful I am in your team, and when it comes to being ruthless—do you find Professor Norman ruthless? No! He does whatever he can to help us grow and be better versions of ourselves," he stated with so much pride that even Jenny started laughing.
We all turned to her, and she quickly hugged herself, closing her eyes and probably thinking she was hiding perfectly.
"Your obsession with Professor Norman is scary—," I rolled my eyes, "you have to do it. We are getting late. Just do it very gently," I told him again, as her condition was worsening, and she needed to be knocked out so she wouldn’t run away and get herself hurt by something deadlier.
"I—I can knock out anyone else—but not her," Hans looked away, shocking me with his shaky tone.
"Well, right now, we need your help for her, so—," I placed my hands on my waist, staring at him and speaking very confidently. It had to be him.
However, we were so engrossed in the debate that someone from another team had jumped out to attack us.
At this point, our team was the only one that wasn’t attacking anyone. I was sure Lamar’s and Gavin’s teammates were just attacking randomly and had made mini groups within the big group. Since they let the treasure and the one finding the gift do their thing, their teammates were just messing around to delay the others.
As this person threw a punch at Hans, he dodged, and—well—the punch landed on Jenny’s face. And the next thing I knew, she was knocked out cold.
Hans and I shared a glance as our work had been made easier, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t take revenge on the person who hurt her. Before Hans could do anything, I grabbed the person by the hair and pulled him away.
"Uh! I can fight this one easily," the guy got up and stretched his neck, shaking his hands urgently, ready to get them on me.
"Try it," I said and ran toward him, hitting his stomach with my shoulder. He tried to grab my head and put me in a chokehold, but he missed as if he had hurt himself.
"What the fuck—why the fuck is your skin so hot—," he hissed, making weird, painful noises while I had landed on top of him.
I was now sitting on him and punching him. Hans had to come and grab me from the back, pulling me away from the guy, who sped into the deep bushes.
"No wonder you jumped in the water, your body is heating up. Relax! We will win. Fever is going to slow you down," Hans stood face to face with me and grunted, correcting my priorities.
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