Tobey X Wordgirl Novels & Stories

They were tackled, they rolled in the mud, and they popped back up like rubber bands. One of the boys, a seventeen-year-old named Toby with messy hair and mud smeared across his cheek, jogged past to retrieve a wayward sparring pad. He looked up, saw the Luna standing there, and didn't freeze. He didn't drop to his knees. He didn't avert his eyes in submission. He grinned, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Evening, Leela!" Toby called out, breathless. "Tell Fenn I finally nailed that takedown! Jax said it was 'barely passable,' which means it was awesome!"