Pokemon Worried About Battling Well 소설 & 이야기

~Pedro~ After the counter attack that we have the Ray pack, they have been pretty silent for a while and I will like to think of it as a calm before the storm. Lia is so busy training hard because she felt like I beat her too easily at the sparring we both had but all explanations that I had to give that it was because I had been learning how to fight since I was born and well, I am an alpha too so I will be more stronger fall on deaf ears.

” He looks agitated. “Then? What is the big deal?” Alfi asked. “Aren’t you trembling after listening to it, Alfi?” ßenlong asked. Alfi does see that they are getting agitated knowing that they will encounter something strong and dreadful. Becoming agitated will only worsen their morale. Alfi just needs to encourage them that they will be able to defeat Banaspati. “Then, what happened with ‘We will fight with you’ thing?” Alfi asked.

“No offence but wolves can get a little bit defensive around lycans. I’m sure we will be expected to prove our skills.” “But not me right?” I start to panic. Oh no, no I can’t fight a pack member in a spar match. If I win I’m boastful against the pack, if I lose I’m failing at training. There literally is no way to come out of such a predication unscathed. “You know…I’m starting to feel a bit poorly. Maybe I should stay here…” I start to cough, a little bit louder when Axel doesn’t take any notice. “Aida, you’re not sick and you won’t fight. Just pack, I want to get going!”

What happens if they were suddenly against us? It was really a scary thought. I was already exhausted and my body hurt. I had only fought two hunters during the fight but it had taken its toll on me. When I was posturing to fight the wolves earlier I was just bluffing. Even if they didn’t shift, I highly doubted that I could have done anything in that moment. And it was probably the same for the rest of the team. I had seen how Phoenix was panting after the fight. He really put his all into it.

(Nikita's P.O.V.) Two days flew fast without Ron tailing me around. I missed Ruby's sarcastic remarks. I missed Gill's company inside the mansion. I have been training nonstop since their departure because the time will not stop for me. The Finals are getting closer and here I am, still weak and fragile to win a battle. My wolf and I have been feeling that our opponent would be so strong and powerful this time. I'm starting to get anxious, knowing that my skills are limited and my efforts won't be enough.

Polly would never have imagined her mate would be anyone unordinary. She’s a simple girl. Her strength and skills are average at most. She’s not even very good with fighting. Her evaluation results fluctuate from month to month. She can’t seem to create consistent wins. Or at least, a two-to-one ratio of wins and losses. She rarely achieves winning all three. She was early today, preparing some equipment for their training. She felt a little different, like something’s about to change in her life. She couldn’t place it, what it was, until that moment.

I turned. A warrior. Mid twenties. Big through the shoulders in the way that some wolves are who have trained hard since early adolescence and let it make them wide. He was standing about three meters away with a short practice staff held loosely in one hand and an expression that was not quite a smile. I recognized the expression. I had been on the receiving end of it for years in different forms. It was the look of someone who had spotted the person in the room they were allowed to diminish and was deciding whether it was worth the energy.

-Tomorrow my boy fights and I want you to go see him and tell me what you think- he says as I approach him once I'm off the treadmill. -And why do I have to go, I mean, my opinion is no big deal- I say with a shrug. - You have the blood of a Walker in your veins and you know a lot about boxing, since you were a little girl- he answers confidently. -All right, then send me the address and the time of the fight so I don't forget, what's his name- I ask. -The devil Cambell - he answers smiling. -Okay, as you say- I make a gesture of indifference.

The biceps in his hands distracted me until I fantasized about his sweaty body when he lifted me. "Focus, sweet pea. We're working out." I chuckled and guessed that he must be able to hear my racing heartbeat. Being a werewolf with a strong bond, I wouldn't be able to lie to him. Although that had its upsides and downsides. After practicing with two barbells of different weights, I was invited by Pollux to climb into the ring. For this one, I won't be able to. I've never fought in my life. "We're going to fight. Do what you can to attack me. Use every part of your body against me. I will withstand your attacks."

Belle trailed off. “Control your anger?” Pooh guessed. Belle snapped her fingers. “Exactly.” They exchanged looks. Fighting wasn’t just throwing punches. It was strategy, control, focus. Done right, it could be discipline, even therapy. Anthony shook his head. “No. There are other sports. Basketball, swimming, bowling, and golf. Anything. Fighting isn’t for you.” “You don’t get to decide that,” Belle shot back. “What if it is right for me?” “Just give her a shot,” Kyle said. “A trial run. If she hates it, she can move on to something safer.”