Fourth Wing/X.R./ The forgotten one

Kill or Be Killed

Riorson steps onto the mat, and I am utterly fucked. He's six foot, and carefully wrapped in muscle. He's dressed in midnight fighting leathers and a tight fitted short sleeve shirt that makes the rebellion relics on his skin stand out. He looks. Hot. Well, not hot. But dangerous. And dangerous is going to get me killed. 

"You are all in for a treat," Professor Emetterio says, clapping his hands. "Xaden's one of the best fighters we have. Watch and learn." 

"Kiss ass." I mutter. The corner of Riorsons mouth tip up into a smirk and his eyes gleam with amusement. He can jump off the parapet for all I care. 

"A little out of her league, don't you think?" Dain says from the sidelines. I shake my head no to tell him to drop it. 

"Relax, Aetos." He throws a glare to the side. I know Dain is trying to sugar me up so he can gain points with Vi. He always tries to but his attempts at being nice end with me calling him an asshole, rightfully so. "She'll be in one piece when i'm finished teaching her." The look he gives Dain makes me realize he has been going easy on me with the glaring. I push away any unwanted warmth, seeing as i'm about to get royally fucked up my him. 

"I hardly think—" 

"I hardly give a shit." I snap. At the same time I respond Riorson says with equal annoyance, "No one asked you to think, squad leader." 

We look at each other for a moment too long before he turns and starts discarding all the weapons on his body and hands them to Pinky. There's a shit ton. "Won't you need those?" 

"Nope. I'm sure you've brought enough." He smirks. The smile is wicked and anything but innocent. He stretches out his hand and curls his fingers to motion me to come. 

I unsheath a dagger and throw it straight at his chest, I take another one just as quickly and aim it at his left leg. He catches the first one but the second finds it home in his thigh. He grunts. He then pulls it out without so much of a flinch. Is he even human? 

"Drawing blood. I hope you're willing to pay me back." he openly taunts me and throws my knives at the mat before kicking them off. 

I smile— one that i've only shown my mother when she brings up Brennan, that never ends well— "Oh, I promise." 

I fist my curved dagger in my left hand and slowly stalk forward. Once i'm less than three feet away I quickly step and use his body like a damn ladder. I wrap my legs around his neck—just like Rory taught me— and try to force him on the ground. He grabs my thighs and throws me off him. I huff as I hit the floor, the impact forcing the air from my lungs. My breathing has now become irregular and he's barely phased. 

I get back up and look at him. He's bigger, meaning I need to go for his mid-section. 

"Am I tiring you out, Sorrengail?" 

"I'm only just getting started." I wipe the sheet of sweat that's laid on my forehead and get into a fighting stance. I rush up to him and kick, only for him to catch my leg and pull me down. I hit the mat with another grunt. He offers me a hand. Don't show weakness. It puts a target on you. 

I grab his hand... and pull. Aiming my curved knife at his side but he twists my arm behind my back and my knife just barely grazes it. I can tell he's going easy on me and it frustrates the hell out of me. My back is pulled against his hard chest and with his other hand he wrenches the dagger from my hand and throws it off the mat. 

"Easy, Vengeance." He whispers. "You can't trust anyone who you face on the mat." 

"My name is Maiven. Secondly, I know jackass." I whisper sharply. "No one is your friend. I've been told."