Swarm Becomes More Skillful

The Night Stinger knew she had become more skillful in her boxing. Other girls began to wonder about her as she practiced in the boxing gym. They knew something was different in her training. The Night Stinger’s train of thought was very different. She had the thoughts of the Night Stinger, but she matured with her thoughts in training as Swarm.

There was a girl in the gym that was very jealous of Swarm. Her name was Sandra. She asked Swarm who‘s real name was Ruby, “You think you’re so bad, don’t you?”

Swarm kept punching her speed bag as if she didn’t know Sandra. She challenged Swarm to get into the ring with her and Swarm said, “Forget it.” Swarm knew that Sandra had a fight coming up, and she knew that she would give Sandra a serious injury. Sandra tried to punch Swarm, but Swarm kept blocking her punches. With speed Swarm kept hitting Sandra in the face after each block. Swarm laughed at Sandra as she finally ducked Swarm’s last punch.

Sandra said, “You make me sick.”

Swarm said, “And you make me sick too because I don’t want to fight you. You’re too slow.” Swarm walked away from Sandra and left her standing with the crowd starring. She went to her locker. Swarm cleaned it out and went home. She had no plans of practicing in the gym anymore. Instead, Swarm took the time to practice down in her basement, but she began to feel alone. It was because other girls feared her and her great skill in boxing. They were all turning against Swarm, and they all wanted a piece of her. No matter how skillful she was, they still wanted to challenge her. Those that did not want to challenge Swarm were hoping that someone would beat her.

It had been months since Swarm had been to the Grand Bee Chapel. She thought about her teacher, Mr. Moe. Swarm knew that he was always proud of her, and he understood that she had to find her own way in boxing. Swarm knew that she was changing and becoming better in her boxing skills. She felt that she still needed a little guidance. Swarm was a little lost and needed a spiritual guide. Sometimes she needed someone to talk to. Swarm knew that she could always talk to Mr. Moe.