Career Arena Plot D2 [Ani]

Doing "Saying" thinking "Hearing"

My throw missed, but I meant for it to miss. A stationary target would practically be an automatic hit for me. Alyssa wouldn't be so smug the next time she would step into the sparring circle with me. "Gonna have to do better than that, Mason if you expect to beat me" A laugh escapes my lips. I could tell she was teasing, but nonetheless, I knew she was right. When we step into the circle to spar, I couldn't afford to play nice. I have to forget that she's my friend. All of the months that have gone by haven't been forgettable. Its filled with training in the morning, mid-day, and at night. I could have a social life, but probably a bad one. So I choose to train. I remember meeting Alyssa in the dark one night. I pushed myself extremely hard one day and I stayed much later than I normally do. That moment we met sparked a friendship that's still continuing.

"You know I'll win, just saying" I didn't want to admit it, but she has a point. I've lost so many spars to her in the past few months. She flicked a knife at me and missed. Just like I did with her, the throw weapon showed she meant business. "So, care to step into the sparring ring with me?" Finally. That's why I'm here. To train. "Of course Lyssa. That's why I'm here. To kick your tiny ass into oblivion." I smirk at my own words. It was more of an empty threat, but that's how we tend to get along. Empty threats and sparring. I knew her full name now, but I still tend to call her by the name she first gave me when we met.



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Doing "Saying" thinking "Hearing"

"I'm feeling generous, you can have the first hit" Her generosity takes me by surprise. She could be trying to throw me off, but I don't pay attention much to that feeling. If she was foolish enough to give me the first attack, that's what I will do. I head to the weapon table and look around for a spear. My hands grasp the cold hard handle of some trident. It seems deadly within my hands. A smirk appears on my face. I look at Lyssa with a grin. "Sure you want to give me the first shot sweetheart? I wouldn't want to ruin that pretty little face of yours."

She would know that most of what I said had been a joke. I break out in a dance without paying attention to her. I'd show her that this spar is beneath me. If she is going to kick my ass again, why bother with the spar? Surely she must be thinking the same thing. That or she wants to embarrass me again. I wave the trident in my hand teasingly at her. "So what's it going to be sweetheart? Attack or just sit there looking like an idiot." I might be pushing it with the insult, but an angry Lyssa is much more fun to be around. I don't even think its possible for her to be nice.


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