Tristian-
Yesterday-
When I found out I was fighting the best girl fighter in our senior class, I couldn't help but feel curious. I knew our 'PE' class ended before the girl's did. So after I changed out of my training outfit I sneaked my way over to the other gym.
No one noticed my entrance because they were busy watching the fight. There were two girls fighting each other, one blond and the other had black curly hair. She seemed familiar to me.
I inched closer to the bleachers being careful. They were battling with swords, and the blond was putting too much weight into her attacks. The curly one was using that to her advantage. She blocked perfectly, and attacked at the right moments almost knocking the blond her feet. The blond had to have a big ego. She seemed shocked that she almost fell.
The other girl swung faster and faster slashing the blond ones outfit. I heard a gasp and smirked in approval. Her sword was knocked out of her hands and landed on the floor. The other girl backed her into a corner and the coach called defeat. She put her sword in her belt and walked to the bleachers. I was about to leave when I saw her face.
I remembered now, she was my new neighbor. And I was going to fight her tomorrow.
Ayana.
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Ayana-
My classes flew by in the few hours I had been there. It was the end of the day when gym was. I had good grades and didn't have any problems with any of my classes. Though In my opinion I thought classes that had nothing to do with fighting was ultimately useless.
I was in the locker room now putting on my training outfit. I had no idea who I was fighting from the boy's class today. We were fighting one on one today. Though we could use small weapons in this. I had brought my black whip which I put in my belt, it was my secret. I loved my whip, I had trained a whole three months with it. And when I finally mastered it, I used it every chance I got.
Our training outfits were black and leather. They weren't tight. But flexible so you could move in them easily. Our belt was black also and different slits all around for any weapon.
I went to the bleachers where the rest of the girls were waiting. While I was passing a heard a cough and looked to see Sarah glaring at me. I rolled my eyes and smirked taking a seat on the last row.
We were waiting for the boys to show up. It was required for everyone to watch the fight, it was supposed to be an example for everyone.
Five minutes later the boys walked in, and I stood up taking my place next to the girl's coach. About 30 or more boys walked in filling up half the bleachers. The rest were taken by the girls, there was 40 of us if you really wanted to count.
The boy's coach came to us with a clipboard. He nodded at and flipped the board calling out Tristian's name. I was surprised, out all the boys Tristain had won. And I was battling him, this was going to be fun. I hoped he could keep up.
Tristan came running up next his couch in his training gear. This close I could really see him. He had dark brown hair and freckles. He was fit and you could see his muscles through his gear. He was taller than me by a few inches. Hmm. But was he fast?
The coaches went to the bleachers getting ready for the battle. We walked toward each other and shook each other's hand. It was tradition. Tristan's hand felt surprising cool not sweaty. So he wasn't nervous.
As he shook my hand he smiled at me, "Good luck." I smirked," Yeah." His smile faltered slightly. I shook my head and stepped away from him walking a few feet back. I went into a fighting stance spreading my feet apart.
"Weapons!", one of the coaches called. Tristan went first pulling out two short swords from his back. Huh. I lifted an eyebrow at them.
I put my hand in belt and pulled out my whip with a dramatic show, making a whoosh sound. Tristan's eyes widened slightly at the black whip. I smirked knowing the whip had this effect on people.
We were both ready and just as my coach was about to blow the whistle to start the school intercome came on interrupting.
Both mine and Tristian's name was called to the principal's office.