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Orin was timing the people on the ring, as Bernard tried to find anything useful, after all, the people inside the ring were new, and we needed to encourage them in some way.
I yawned as I walked back towards the office. The gym hadn't changed since my father's death. The rules he created were proudly shown on the wall, only five rules, and they were the law in which I worked.
Everyone can fight.If you want to fight in competition, you MUST fight against BEAUTY.If you can't follow rule #2, you can't compete. (If you have a valid reason speak.)No dirty fighting. Dirty Fighters will be deserted. We are all family. No bullying. We ALL take care of each other.
I had always wondered if we were going to come across someone who wouldn't want to fight me, but ever since I have a memory it hadn't happened, and I have been fighting with people bigger than me, since I was 5 and we moved here to the States.
I bit my lip and sat down on my fathers' chair and opened up my laptop. I have every single fight recorded, and it helps me figure out where he could have done better, and what mistakes I shall not endure.
I had already seen every single one of the videos on the carpet, except for one: Last Fight 2015. I had never wanted to see it, I didn't want to relive the horrid day, in which my father was taken away from me.
The cursor blinked as I debated on opening the video or not... "BELLE!" Orin shouted making me jump in surprise.
"Orin?" I shouted back. I furrowed my eyebrows as I saw him talking to another guy around my age. Growling, I stood up from the chair and walked over to see what did he want. "What?" I sighed.
Orin finished the sentence with the guy in front of me. I took that time to study him, he was at least a head taller than I was, and he seemed buffed, meaning that he had to train, not that I couldn't take him, but what got my attention, were his eyes, grey as a thunderstorm, and one hell of a dark purple bruise decorating it. "-So what do you say, Belle?"
I snapped my head towards him confused. "What?" I frowned.
I heard the guy snicker and I glare at him. "He wants to train," I shrugged. "But he also wants to compete on Friday. Think you can train him this week and then have the fight on Friday before the competitions?"
"Why can't Bear train him?" I questioned and the guy frowned at me. Orin gave me a sheepish smile. "Oh god, you can only train in the morning?" The guy nodded. "Fine," I sighed. "I expect you here at 4:00 am, we'll train up till 6:00 am."
"Sounds good to me," He spoke, his deep voice causing goosebumps on my skin. "I just have one issue." As if we were twins, Orin and I raised an eyebrow. "I can't fight you." He spoke directly at me.
"I'm sorry?" I chuckled. "Rules are clear mate," I spat, pointing out at the rules on the wall. "You want to compete, you fight me."
The guy seemed to have an internal battle before sighing. "I have a reason." He whispered.
I rolled my eyes. "One, I can fend for myself, so if you are afraid of a girl beating your ass, you better get used to it. Two, if you think that you are better than me, think again. Three, violence isn't the answer, and we know it. Four, you don't like fighting for the sake of it, you want to protect." I sighed. "Either of the last two?" The guy nodded.
"Okay," Orin spoke. "Ares, you have to come here at 4:00 am for the rest of the week, and you'll fight Dorian, he is the best next fighter."
"See you tomorrow," He added with a wink before he walked away.
Ares, an interesting name...
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I took another bite of the breadsticks in front of me, just like always, the Enchantress and her 'husband' were late. I was getting mad, I have an intense schedule, given that I lead a very intense life, and, she was making me break my schedule.
"If she doesn't come in the next ten minutes," I munched away on my breadstick. "We are leaving," I growled.
Orin nodded, as he stared at his phone. "Do you think Ares is going to be a good fighter?" I frowned and raised an eyebrow. "I know that we didn't see him fight and all, but his stance, gave an odd vibe right?"
I bit my lip remembering the bruise. "Not an odd vibe," I thought. "But rather a secretive one." I drank some of my water. "He has the motivation, so that is a plus, we'll see if he decides to show up."
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At the same time as always, I entered the gym, and turned on the lights, until I heard a knock. Frowning, I walked over to the door, only to find Ares waiting. I turned to face the clock at 3:55 am. A small smirk appeared on my face, so he was dedicated, good.
"Morning," I mumbled. "We start with a thirty-minute jog, then a ten-minute stretch, then we proceed to fight, and we end with a twenty-minute run again," I explained. "Objections?"
"No," Ares replied. "You lead the way." He replied.
