Ali was running on anger, an emotion that she had kept bottled deep inside her for a long time. What happened to her six years ago she couldn't do anything about no matter what she tried, finding fairies was like finding a needle in a hay stack and no one told you where in the world the stack was placed.

Now six years later another person came and took from her. And here he was breaking into someone's house, taking from someone like he tried to take from her.

The anger made her move forward without thinking. She ran faster than she thought she could at the man who was breaking into the house.

The anger she felt in the pit of her stomach burned.

Six years of fustration, six years of rage rolled over her like a wave, the last time she was in this situation took hold of her as she tackled him right under the shoulder of the backpack he carried pushing them both into the side door of the house.

"What th...." was the only response he managed as he turned to look at the flannel pajama'd woman plowing into him like a rugby player going at full speed.

Their was a booming crack as the door gave away to the impact and exploded inwards.

Ali and the man rolled forward through the door into the main hallway of the house.

The both laid there on someone else's floor in a daze.

"Damn it." He said to himself as he grabbed at his backpack throwing it at her with as much speed and strength he could muster.

Ali felt an impact as her head shot back from the blow from the bag.

"You bloody tosser." She found herself roaring at him as she scrambled as fast as she could past the backpack launching her body at him with all her might.

With no bag weighing him down the man before her was already on one knee rising and met her with a downward punch.

That didn't account for how fast she was, the fist clipped her just behind the ear, spinning her to the floor but she had grabbed the collor of his black jumper pulling him down with her..

Then they fought.

Pulling at each other, trying to keep the other from standing.

He threw a punch that had her head ringing.

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She answered back with an upercut that caught him in the jaw hard as he tried to stand, his body folded for a moment as he crashed back to the floor.

Ali had never been in a real fight in all of her life, she started boxing with Sibs fitness in London as soon as she was well enough five years before but like most people, after a few months she just made it an occasional way to exercise. She used everything she'd learnt boxing at the fitness training center, she used every self defense tip and trick she had as she fought, shocking not only herself but also the man she fought.

She had moved in too close for him to do anything but block her suddenly agressive swings, any part she could reach, she hit, furiously trying to inflict as much damage as she could but he somehow managed to get one of his feet into her chest using all his strength and leverage he kicked her off.

It was a heavy blow, Ali couldn't catch a full breath but she made her body twist using the force and rolled to her feet.

Just in time to see a vase in the hallway being thrown at her head.

Ali body acted on instinct as she kicked the nearby wall turning herself as the vase flew past her and exploded into pieces at the foot of a staircase leading up.

By the time she moved forward he was through the door.

Stumbling in a awkward gait he had made five steps to his car as she dragged him back down in a flying tackle.

He landed on his side and Ali landed on him.

His backhanded blow caught her right above the eye pulling her off him as she found herself looking up at the night sky blurred but beautiful.

Ali was sore, her bare feet hurt, she was cold and laying on a someone's front lawn in the middle of winter wasn't going to help, the thing that did help was anger.

Ali got her back to her feet as anger continued to push her in his direction.

But the police were there first.

"Where did all these people come from? " Ali muttered to herself as most of the neighbors surrounding the house she was just in filter out into the street all watching, some filming with their phones in hamd.

One of the two officers that seem to have appeared from nowhere stopped the man she was fighting by his car, the other officer turned his attention to her.

"Miss, you and the gentleman seem to be having an aggresive difference of option? Let's calm down and have a chat about it." The officer said keeping his tone level.

"Wha?" Ali looked at the police officer standing in front of her.

"You git! He was breaking into that house." She said one of her arms pointing vaguely in the general direction of the house. "He's the one that almost burned down my farm." Her voice rising as she caught her breath.

"No!! She thought I was cheating, she ambushed me as soon as i got to the door." The man said to the police officer standing close to him as he leaned on his car for balance, he kept looking around at both her and the police officer. "Just keep her off me."

"He's lying, he broke in." Ali felt herself move forward but not of her own volition the house she had just come out of erupted in explosion of flames.

The man hit the constable as hard as he could in the face and jumped into the car starting the engine driving away as both her and the other officer started to get themselves up moving away from the leaping flames.

People in the surrounding houses that had come outside to see the conflict all rushed in a panic to help put out the fire or to running from it.

It was chaotic but by the time things got back under control both police officers, one with a bloody nose holding a fire extinguisher coming out of the house and the other watching her on the cold lawn in handcuffs.