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Davina greedily gulped her water, the cold bottle felt like heaven against her worked, sweaty skin. A thin sheet of perspiration was wiped off of her forehead with the back of her hand. Across the room battled two dark-haired twins, Eliza and Darren.
FWOOSH!
Darren was thrown over Eliza's shoulder. His back collided with the mat, harshly. He gritted his teeth and kicked his leg out, hitting the back of Eliza's knee and making her fall.
"Davina," the voice that called her name was deep, rich and familiar. The voice belonged to forty-one year old Stephan Emika.
Davina sat her bottle down on the bench and walked over to where her dad stood at a whopping six foot nine. He towered over her by almost a foot, but Davina was never intimidated.
He had defined features, a sharp jawline, and a mean, cold resting look. However, his eyes defied him. His eyes were a soft, domestic brown with an underlying gentleness that contradicted greatly with his blank face.
Davina took the baton from his outstretched hand and took a step back. She narrowed her eyes at him, determined. Her eyes flickered with emotion.
Training with the Emika family was always intense. They imagined it as a real battle field, never willing to give up.
Across the room, Serena, the eldest daughter trained the youngest, Sakura in combat. She taught her blocks, tested them, jabs, tested them and so on.
"Eyes on me," Stephan demanded, delivering the first strike to which was blocked. Davina smirked.
Davina went to jab her father, however that was deflected by him hitting her baton. Back and forth they went, each trying desperately to get a hit on the other, but with no success.
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