My Trophy Boy

Fight

Q

"Are you sure they're okay?" I felt slight angst after Fae's report on Paris' anxiety attack.

"Yes, they're settled now. Wredj and Silvu are introducing them to zen yoga. Wredj was able to have them laughing before the training, so I'm sure they're fine." Fae began with her stretches.

"How do you feel in regards to this session?" I raised my brow hoping that this session will relieve those who are struggling with their internal conflict.

"I'm looking forward to it. I need to exercise my combativeness." Fae nodded with slight excitement in her tone.

I can empathise with that. I was excited to release some tension too.

"Little brother!" Hailed Chris.

I turned back to see Chris in a vest and their underwear.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I stood up tall to show everyone how engaged my muscles were.

"The boy is back!" Chris jogged over to me and ruffled my hair.

"The first round will be between Chris and Punja." I announced, hugging my sister with one arm, squeezing tightly.

Chris pushed me away with a shrug of the shoulder, showing me some aggression.
"Fin'Leon..." Chris muttered with sly disappointment, giving me a sharp side eye.

I wanted to observe what Chris' human girlfriend was capable of since she was apparently a professional in martial arts.

I shrugged with amusement presuming Chris was wanting tougher competition.

"Babe, I'm ready for you. Are you ready for me?" Squealed Punja who started doing jumping jacks. Punja's spirited energy was bouncey like a bendy arrow.

"I want you to give it your best shot." Chris stealthily neared Punja stretching the sides of her necks.

*SLAP*

My eyes witnessed surprise as they watched the small brown woman to smack the fuck out of Chris's cheek. I couldn't contain my laughter as the sight of Chris's irritation grew. Already? What has tampered with Chris' energy? They were smug from the morning time, but now they're rattled by something. Surely NOT that slap?

Chris' face was still and she didn't flinch. Punja began giggling as she began to rub her hands and jump up and down. Punja had the stance of a kick fighter.

"I call that the 'bitch slap'." Chuffed Punja who confidently announced to us.

The arena was silent as Fae and I watched their interaction.

Chris shook their head and slowly neared the small woman. Punja had a grin on her face and a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

"You're going to pay for that." Chris' voice was low which caught me by surprise, but had a hint of lightheartedness in it.

Chris was allowing for a tiny part of her inner self to be present in the moment which I fear may still be intense for the human. But now is not my place to step in.

Punja squatted down and jabbed Chris' side before sprinting towards the other end of the arena.

"Let the games begin!" Laughed Chris who was clutching their side.

The sound of Fae's yawn caught my attention and amused me.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Yes, Master. I just don't want to watch Tom and Jerry this hour of the morning. I want to smell bruised meat." Fae's sinister tone seeped out, catching Chris' attention.