"Oh, no you don't," Gwen hopped on Ty's back, crossing her legs around his stomach and strangled him with a stick, "Where do you think you're going, huh?"
Thorndyke hadn't come to wake her up this morning for combat training, so when she woke up at dawn, she decided to pay the fucker a visit.
However, he wasn't sleeping at all. Instead, he was in the combat hall, stretching side by side with Ty. Obviously red would dot her vision as soon as she would see the guy who was fucking with her best friend, so she took a long stick and decided to teach him a lesson.
The prick had the audacity to make a run for it. But thanks to Thorndyke, Gwen had some skills of her own.
"Damn it, Gwen!" Ty managed to croak between coughs, still trying to pry her off, "Can't a guy even stretch in peace around here?"
Meanwhile, Thorndyke stood there, watching the scene unfold with a smirk plastered on his face.
