“You think you can handle it, babe?” Lucy asked.
“Handle what?” Tina asked as she poured some sugar on her grapefruit.
“I’m taking self defense classes with Mari.” Colin explained.
Marinette perked up and smiled, “Really?”
“Yeah, after everything that went down at the warehouse, I feel like I could use some training for when a girl forces herself on me and none of you are around.” He said as he chugged a breakfast shake.
The French fashionista squealed and jumped up in his arms, excited to have something for just the two of them.
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Colin bowed and stood up to face the instructor, a tanned Asian with captivating brown eyes and nice firm thighs...
‘Focus! You’re here for a lesson, not a date!’ Colin mentally yelled.
“Mr. Greys, are you ready?” She asked.
“Oh, yeah, I’m ready to go.” Colin said as he straightened his belt.
Colin went through the beginners lessons as well as one would expect; he left the room bruised up and tired.
“I’m sure I could get it with some practice.” Colin said.
“Darling, jou couldn’t even touch most of ze other men....” Marinette sighed, “Maybe you should consider a taser, perhaps zome pepper spray?”
He frowned in defeat “You’re right, I’m nuts thinking I could do... this....”
He suddenly turned to see Marinette pinned to a wall by a man with a gun.
“Gimme the purse!” The thug demanded.
Marinette tried sweeping his leg and got a bullet through the foot. The sight of her foot bleeding out filled Colin with a blinding rage, his skin turning a glowing neon pink.
“Did they change the sign?” The thief asked, confronted by a glowing, growing Colin. “What the hell?!”
“Leave her ALLLLLLONE!” He bellowed as he knocked the thug’s lights out in one blow.
“Colin?” Marinette asked.
He was about three feet taller than Samantha now, and rippling with solid muscle.
“Vwat has happened?” The French girl asked.
“I don’t know....” Colin said, scooping her up in his arms and calling 911....