[Margaret's Perspective]
I realized how awkward my position was with Anthony.
I was laying on the ground and raising my legs toward him with my knees bent. Anthony was almost on top of me, pressing his arm hard against my calf.
Both Anthony and I were shocked by Armstrong's voice and loosened our grip almost at the same time.
I got up from the ground in a sorry state, patted the dirt off me, and adjusted my clothes. Before I could explain, Elizabeth said, "I want to train my combat skills. I'm getting the two of them to teach me before doing a demonstration for me."
Armstrong turned to look at Elizabeth, who stood up and ran over to show Armstrong her nonexistent bruise.
"I was injured just now. It hurts here. My clothes look terrible," Elizabeth complained coquettishly.
