“I’m sorry,” he apologized.
I shook my head, and Mia walked to our other side.
I waited for him to attack me, and the idiot took the first step. I was fast, and he was on his back in less than five seconds. Everyone gasped.
The look on Collin’s face was priceless when he looked up at me and rolled onto his knees, and pushed himself up. He looked at Mia. “I wasn’t ready.”
“Get on your feet.”
He got up and bounced on the one spot, shaking out his arms. “Okay, I’m not sorry.”
He came again, trying to kick me and I blocked him so fast, had him in a monkey grip and we both fell on the ground.
He grunted before he tapped the mat hard.
For the next few minutes, he tried everything to get the upper hand. It was hardly a work out.
Everyone kept staring at us, and a lot of the girls cheered me on. It felt great, like I was on top of the world.
Collin tapped hard on the mat with a groan for the umpteenth time.
“Enough,” Mia said, and looked at me. “You need a different sparring partner.”
Collin went to sit down, and his one buddy chortled. “She beat the crap out of you.”
“Haha, I like to see how you are going to see your ass with her.”
It was hardly a beating.
Mia stood in front of me, and the class applauded. “Don’t hold back, Elena.”
My lips curved into a tight smile.
I took my stand and Mia came in. Her jabs were fast, and the fight was hard. But I eventually got the upper hand and Mia was on her back. She got up, and she came for me again. I forgot how quick she was. She tapped me hard in the throat and instead of panicking because I couldn’t breathe; I kept on blocking her, and she smacked hard on the mat.
I coughed as I took a deep breath.
She didn’t give me a break, and she got a few kicks in. I got a few jabs in and eventually I grabbed her into one grip, mixing it with something Armand taught me. She couldn’t get out.
We both landed on the floor, and Mia tapped hard against the mat.
I let her go and got up fast.
She stared at me with enormous eyes still sitting on the floor. “You are on fire, girl.”
I would’ve worried if I didn’t advance after her training.
I took a bow in front of her, and she clapped her hands. The rest of the class applauded with Mia.
The bell rang and Mia came toward me as I went to my shoes.
“You are going to do just fine,” she whispered as everyone walked out.
Micha entered the classroom and everyone who knew her stared while trying to get out of the Parthenon Dome. A few guys twittered her name, but Micha ignored them and walked toward us.
“Good luck,” Mia walked out.
We trained for the next two hours with weapons. I didn’t get tired anymore, but my arms were jello after the training.
