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Olivia POV:

We were in last period already, field practice. It was one of my favorite subjects because it was the only place where I could take out my pent up rage and not be judged for it not being lady like. "Olivia," smiled Micheal, I noticed Kathy snap a spear as he approached me, "what's up?" I asked as I eyed her, "are you two fighting?" He looked over his shoulder at her and rolled his eyes, "she's being a bitch today!" He grabbed a spear and handed it to me, "today you demonstrate sparring with me," he said, his smile returning. I nodded, "don't expect me to take it easy on your ass!" He smirked at me, "I don't expect you too because I won't be taking it easy on your sweet little ass!" I rolled my eyes at him as we got into position and circled each other.

My eyes were scanning his every move, taking it all in. There was always a weak point and a good warrior knew that it was always best to exploit that in a battle. I watched as he lunged toward me, I blocked with my spear, pushing him off. He growled again and smirked as we continued to circling each other, he did the same thing again and this time I blocked and spun, hitting him behind the knees with my spear. He grimaced but did not fall forward like I would of hoped. "You're going to have to do better than that Olivia!" My hair was tied high so it wouldn't get in the way, I went back to watching, this time, I decided to lunge forward with an attack, swinging myself away from his spear as I did to catch him off guard but it didn't work, he stepped back and blocked me, throwing me backwards. I tumbled and rolled before I got back up and grabbed my spear again, "A walk in the park," he teased and it was my turn to growl, I lunged forward again and he grabbed my spear as I grabbed his, we both twisted, trying to disarm the other but causing both our spears to go flying. "I guess we should get those," he mused, "no," I smirked deviously, "let's pretend this is a real fight," his one eye brow shot up, "are you sure?" He asked as he got into his stance, "I'd hate to kick that pretty little ass again," I rolled my eyes at him, "you wish." He smirked at that and threw a punch which I dodged, hitting him in the stomach, he stumbled back but lunged forward again, I slid to the floor and swiped his feet with my leg causing him to fall on his back. "You okay sweetie pie?" I mocked and he growled as he pushed himself up and ran towards me, he made to tackle me down but I swung myself over on to his back forcing him face down into the dirt. "Should I make it a little easier for you?" I teased, he grabbed my upper thigh, catching me off guard as he rolled himself on top of me and pinned me down, one hand firmly on my thigh and the other pinning down my arm, I reached up with my free hand trying to grab his throat but he pressed down more of his body weight on me, leaning closer into me. "Told you I was taking it easy on you!" He growled as a smirk spread across his face, I rolled my eyes.

He pushed himself off and looked around at the class that we both had forgotten were there, "now class, you've learned a lot of do's and don'ts from Olivia today but one thing all you petite sweethearts need to remember, your strength is your agility and stamina," he looked at everyone as he said this, "the moment you let the heavier person get the upper hand it's over, so let's remember not to be too cocky!" He smiled as he aimed the last bit at me, I rolled my eyes and went over to the weights. Everyone started chattering again and joined up with their partners to train with spears.

"Olivia!" Called Micheal as he approached, "what?" I called back annoyed, "don't be a sore loser!" He teased and I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head, "maybe you're a sore winner Micheal," I grabbed the rope attached the the truck tire and swung it over my shoulder as I started to pull. "Hey!" He touched my bare shoulder affectionately, "don't be so hard on yourself," I gave him a half smile as I returned to my weight training and he jogged off to aid other students in their spear training.

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