CAREER ARENA PLOT Rematch (Marree)
Nov 16, 2013 20:11:59 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Nov 16, 2013 20:11:59 GMT -5
MATTHEW DUNHAM
Of course our sparring exercrse keeps going through my head that night when I lay awake in bed. They always do because I go over the fight once again in my head. That’s how I improve my skills and it works well for me. Today I’m distracted by two things though. The throbbing in my knee and ‘her’. Usually all I feel when sparring with a girl is nothing or resentment at the most. Only Gala, my short time trainee, has taken a different stand so far. But Kyanite has me thinking, which can’t be good. Girls just mess with guys heads. I have no use for that so I brush it off.
One day I walk past the gym and see her spar with another guy and I can’t help but stay and watch. She’s a little better with the sword than her fists. Yet it still remains to be seen whether she’s really that much better at long range.
It fairly early on a Sunday when I make my way to the gym to lift some weight because I’m confined to things that don’t involve a lot of leg work thanks to her.
Of course I didn’t go to the doctor. By now I can tell the next morning whether something is seriously injured or simply stretched a little too far. If I went each time we’d have to sell the house just to pay the medical bills.
The air is crisp and clear that morning so I’ve pulled a tugue over my head and a thick jacket over top of my training clothes. It’s cold enough so I can see my breath. Surely not too many people would be here this early on an icy day.
As I pass through the big open gate of the Career training center and lay my eyes on ‘her’ I find out that I’m wrong. “Apparently other people can't sleep long either.” I greet her from afar.
Once I'm closer I add. "Hi " What was her name again?
Of course our sparring exercrse keeps going through my head that night when I lay awake in bed. They always do because I go over the fight once again in my head. That’s how I improve my skills and it works well for me. Today I’m distracted by two things though. The throbbing in my knee and ‘her’. Usually all I feel when sparring with a girl is nothing or resentment at the most. Only Gala, my short time trainee, has taken a different stand so far. But Kyanite has me thinking, which can’t be good. Girls just mess with guys heads. I have no use for that so I brush it off.
One day I walk past the gym and see her spar with another guy and I can’t help but stay and watch. She’s a little better with the sword than her fists. Yet it still remains to be seen whether she’s really that much better at long range.
It fairly early on a Sunday when I make my way to the gym to lift some weight because I’m confined to things that don’t involve a lot of leg work thanks to her.
Of course I didn’t go to the doctor. By now I can tell the next morning whether something is seriously injured or simply stretched a little too far. If I went each time we’d have to sell the house just to pay the medical bills.
The air is crisp and clear that morning so I’ve pulled a tugue over my head and a thick jacket over top of my training clothes. It’s cold enough so I can see my breath. Surely not too many people would be here this early on an icy day.
As I pass through the big open gate of the Career training center and lay my eyes on ‘her’ I find out that I’m wrong. “Apparently other people can't sleep long either.” I greet her from afar.
Once I'm closer I add. "Hi " What was her name again?