The Human Division 0.5 - After the Coup Read Free Page B

and openly gawked.
    “That’s right,” Harry said. “Come whack on my ankles now , you little prick.”
    Harry continued to feel smug about his plan right until the moment the Korban crouched and launched itself into the air with a push of its powerful legs. The Korban didn’t make it as high as Harry’s ankles. He did, however, get right on level with Harry’s face.
    Oh, crap , Harry thought, before the blinding crack of a bongka smashed across the bridge of his nose and robbed him of any further capacity for reaction, commentary or thought. All those things came back to him with blinding pain as Harry’s spinal column compressed into the gym mat as he fell. After that there were a few moments of curiously distant sensation as the Korban’s bongka dug into various parts of his body, followed by an even more distant blast of a horn. The first round was over. The Korba strutted off to the sound of belching applause; Harry propped himself up on his bongka and staggered over to Schmidt, who had found him a water bottle.
    “Are you okay?” Schmidt said.
    “Are you dumb?” Harry said. He took the water bottle and squirted some of the water on his face.
    “I’m kind of wondering what the thinking was on that handstand,” Schmidt said.
    “The thinking was that if I didn’t do something my ankle bones would be a fine powder,” Harry said.
    “What were you going to do then?” Schmidt asked.
    “I don’t know,” Harry said. “I was in a rush, Hart. I was making it up as I went along.”
    “I don’t think it worked the way you wanted it to,” Schmidt said.
    “Well, maybe if I had a second who told me these little bastards could high jump two meters straight up from a squat, I would have tried something else,” Harry said.
    “Fair point,” Schmidt said.
    “Anyway, you want me to lose, remember?” Harry said.
    “Yes, but we want you to lose by just a little,” Schmidt said. “You need to keep it closer than this. Ambassador Abumwe is glaring a hole through the back of your head right now. No, don’t look .”
    “Hart, if I could have made it closer I would have,” Harry said. He drank some water and then stretched, trying to find a place on his body that didn’t hurt. His left instep seemed the most likely candidate. Harry glanced down and was glad the Korban had not seemed aware that human testicles were especially painful when struck; his had managed to escape injury.
    “Looks like they’re ready for the second round,” Schmidt said, and pointed at the judge, who was standing with his horn. On the other end of the gym the Korban was hopping from foot to foot, loosening himself up for the hand-to-hand combat.
    “Swell,” Harry said, and handed the water bottle back to Schmidt. “Words of wisdom for this round?”
    “Mind your ankles,” Schmidt said.
    “You’re a big help,” Harry said. The horn blew and he stepped back onto the gym floor.
    The Korban wasted no time fronting an offensive, charging Harry almost as soon as he was on the floor. A few meters out the Korban kicked and launched himself into the air, claws out; he was aiming for Harry’s head.
    Not this time, you son of a bitch , Harry thought, and pushed himself back and toward the gym floor. The Korban slid just over Harry’s head, slashing as he did so; Harry responded by bringing up a leg and delivering to the Korban’s posterior a truly excellent bicycle kick. The Korban suddenly accelerated head first into the stands, colliding violently into several other Korba, whose refreshments went flying. Harry arched his head from a lying position to see the carnage, then glanced over to Schmidt, who gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up. Harry grinned and picked himself off the floor.
    The Korban burst out of the stands, enraged and refreshment-coated, and launched himself once more and incautiously at Harry. Being suddenly and humiliatingly launched into the stands had apparently simplified the Korban’s attack strategy down to