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Lizbeth stared at him from the little distance between them, waiting for him to make a move. "I haven't got all day Jackson. Show me what you got, or I leave." she said. He gave her a sadistic smile speaking faintly so that only she could hear, "I'll show you why I'm the best fighter in our squad." and with the wooden knife in his hands, he takes the first swing.
Lizbeth dodged and swung her arm out while bringing her leg up at the same time, his eyes were focused on her arm, and he avoided that, but her leg continued to swing up and hit him in the nose, causing his head to snap back and blood to pour everywhere. "Ouchie, that got to have hurt. Do you still want to continue?" she asked with a slight smile; for his own sake mostly, she was scared of the condition he might end up in if they continued on this aggressively.
He bent over, clutching at his nose in pain, and grunted, "Giving up is for the weak. Remember your own motto, Captain." emphasizing the last word mockingly.
"Lovely." she smirked, swinging her leg out again, knocking him off his feet.
He got up and swung at her, but she knocked him down again, "Are you sure you got better, Bradford? I'm questioning if it's the other way around." she taunted him, hoping to piss him off. She looked around the field to see all the other cadets watching them, forgetting their own training.
At least they're learning a few things, she thought.
She watched him as he struggled to stand...or instead pretended to struggle, she stared at him cautiously.
Just as she was about to walk towards him, she felt footsteps coming behind her. Whirling around, she caught the girl's hands before their wooden knife could touch her back; her leg came up, weakening her hold on the blade. She swung her arms down, taking the knife to her own possession throwing it aside. She shoved her backward as she felt pain erupting on her side.
She collapsed on the floor in a sitting position as she clutched her left side in pain.
Fantastic. Of course, he decides to hit me where it already hurts.
Jackson stood in front of her with a smug smirk on his face. "It seems as you've lost, Captain; I thought you were the best." he said as if he was mocking her. "Give up." He smirked while walking closer to her. Those words triggered something within her as she looked up at him with her own smirk, with the heel of her foot slamming down on his and her head swinging back to his nose. He cried and staggered back a few steps. Her knee came up into his face, knocking him onto his knees, as she put him into a headlock and slammed her knee into his back, shoving him forwards as he gasped for air.
