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Rowan.” I smiled. This was a long going debate in my family. We didn’t know who was truly older, somehow or another.
    “Whatever.” Izan turned from me to Rowan, “He’s got height and weight on her! Plus, if he’s anything like his father, he’s got to be amazing,”
    “His father,” Rowan derided, “won’t help him here. Sure he’s got mass, but Kai has thirteen years of training, muscle, and wits.” Rowan offered, and I smirked at Salah.
    “Ready?” Salah mumbled, pulling off his suit jacket.
    “More ready than you’ll ever be. Don’t hold back,” I chuckled.
    I got into sparring stance, and he waited, bored, across from me.
    “Ready?” Izan asked.
    I nodded tightly, grimacing at my opponent.
    Salah nodded curtly.
    “Good, now, on my count, go,” He said.
    “One…” I psyched up my mind, flexing all of my muscles.
    “Two…” I allowed my glare to pierce Salah’s skin, making him fidget.
    “Three…” I clenched up, waiting in the profound silence of my sibling’s astonishment.
    “Spar!” He backed up and I waited for Salah’s first strike.
    He came at me with his dominant hand – his left – and my elbow connected in a block. I would now have a serious advantage; ambidextrousness was natural in my family, dexterity and power equal in each of my crushing blows. He swept his hand at my face, landing a scratch with a gold ring. Blood feel down my alabaster skin. I was filled with wrath – he was the first person to actually land a hit on my face in years – and I started rapid firing. Every hit in my barrage of punches had him staggering back. This would be quick and easy. I hooked at his jaw, a distraction. He went to block it, and I dropped down and pulled the back of his knees forward. He fell onto his back, but somersaulted and jumped up. My next maneuver was smacking his ears flat-handed, leaving them ringing, a favorite move of mine. He looked dazed for a moment, something that I took advantage of. I jabbed him in the neck, dislocated his shoulder, and cracked two of his ribs in the same moment. Finally, I kicked him in the chest, leaving him on the ground, one stiletto clad foot on his chest.
    Eighteen seconds.
    “Good fight,” Izan acknowledged, officially ending it, as is custom.
    Salah quickly came back to his senses, and looked up at me from under my heel. I allowed him to get up. Izan sighed, handing Rowan a few hundreds. I stalked over, pulled their wallet from their back pockets, took out the equivalent of five-hundred dollars, and clacked their heads together.
    “ Don’t bet on my fights, it’s unfair to whoever bets against me.” I growled seriously, slipping the money into my pocket.
    I turned back to Salah, who was wheezing in a chair, holding his chest.
    “Want some help splinting those ribs?” I asked him in what I hoped to be earnestness.
    “Thanks,” He grimaced.
    “Any time,” I said, “and there will probably be many, many more times.”
    He followed me into our small downstairs bathroom. I locked the door behind us. He pulled his shirt off, and I pulled out a roll of gauze. I slowly and tightly wrapped it around his tanned skin. He took a deep breath when I was done.
    “You should be able to guide your knee back into place,” I told him shyly, trying to avoid looking at his bleeding stomach.
    “Ugh. You hit me,” I said stupidly, looking in the mirror to examine four long, thin scratches to my left cheek. The blood had dried already, leaving rust colored streaks down my face.
    “I’m not against hitting girls,” He shrugged.
    I pulled up a towel, wet it, and rubbed it against my face until it was the skin was bright pink against its normal pale cream.
    “What a shame,” Salah said from behind be, tugging his shirt over his head.
    “What?” I asked, turning back to him.
    “I had to hit one of the most beautiful faces in the galaxy,” He said. I heard a pop and a grunt as his knee slid back into place.
    “I’ve suffered worse,” I