Ally, Soap #7
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Thread Topic: Ally, Soap #7
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Zoey and her partner stepped up first. She gave him a taunting smile and he swept a punch aimed for her face, that she dodged and slammed her knee into his stomach. He rolled and swept her legs out from under her but she used her flexibility and rolled into a back wards summer salt and would hit a kick couple of blows into his ribs.
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Mikhail stalked around, watching each pair spar, and taking mental notes on the main points of what they needed to improve on.
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She but her lip as he took a cheap shot to her head. Blinking, she got really angry real quick and did a under cut hitting his jaw making him fall. She stood back trying to stay calm.
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"Hmm," he mumbled as he watched Bird. "Anger, Bird. Use it better."
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She turned her back on him as the next pair started to fight. She stormed out into the hall way to grab a water bottle from her bag.
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Mikhail followed her out, offering a single piece of advice. "Focus your anger, control it and shape it into a weapon."
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She threw her hands into the air. "Bulls---!" She huffed not caring at this point. "That guy I just beat up? Yeah his and his little friends are messing with Alex and I can't let that happen. So instead I play dumb and I play flirty to get them to leave her alone. They. Annoy. Me." She said turning her back on him as she grabbed her back and began to ruffle through it.
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"why are you playing?" he asked her. "Just kick their asses, I'll cover you."
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"Because I promised Alex.." She chewed on her lip and shook her head. "Never mind. I can't tell you, your a teacher." She said and went to walk past him.
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"Fine, Bird. Your choice," he huffed, walking back into the area.
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After a moment she followed him inside. She watched the other matches boredly. She was clearly lost in her thoughts.
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At the end of the class, he drew up a bracket. "Bets are allowed." he announced.
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Zoey smiled faintly. "Maybe your not so bad princess." She said at the end of class. She would be fighting tomorrow.
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"I'm a gambler," he whispered, pacing the gym again. "Want to do what you did last time?"
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She shrugged. "I don't care. I'll meet you in your training room." She said grabbing her bag and heading out to the quad.
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