Ace was buzzing in her seat, excited for the day. Today they were having the first battle in preparation for the war games that are coming up in the next month. They were standing in formation, waiting for Xaden to tell them what part their squad, or rather section, will be playing.
All of them were discussing among each other, about strategies depending on offense or defence. Ace was talking with Imogen on the advantages of offense, while Quinn was telling them advantages of defence.
"I hope we're offense."
Ace jumps up and down in her place, ready for a good fight or at least a good adrenaline rush. Her daggers are strapped to her thighs, and she has a few other daggers littered all over her body, just in case. A Bo-Staff is strapped diagonally across her back, much to Xaden's displeasure, who wanted her to take a sword, but she refused.
Rhiannon taps Ace shoulder, making her turn in her spot to look at her friend.
"Can you reach out to the wingleader and ask him?"
Imogen's head snaps to Ace, nodding fast. "Yes, please ask him. I can't have you bouncing in your spot anymore. You make me nervous."
Ace rolls her eyes, and nods.
Are we offense or defence?
"I can't tell you yet, Freckles. Now, get out of my head, you're distracting me."
Oh, am I?
"Yes."
She can feel his annoyance, and from what her Observation Haki is telling her, the section leaders and their executives are standing around him, going over strategies. A smirk steals itself on her lips.
Here's an actual distraction for you.
She sends him a mental image of her, from the night of his birthday. She's blocked out seconds after. She shakes her head, still smirking.
"He's not telling me. Now I'm blocked out."
Imogen snorts, while Rhiannon groans.
"What did you do?"
"Well, he told me I was distracting him. So, I gave him an image that distracts him for sure."
Imogen looks at her with raised brows, while Rhiannon tilts her head in question.
"And what did you send him?" Violet asks with a small smile.
"Just me, from his birthday." Ace smirks at the girls, who all roll their eyes.
"You're evil." Ace's smirk widens.
"I know, I love it!"
When the fourth wing leadership walks their way, Aetos turns to his squad, a serious look on his face.
"Be quiet and pay attention."
All eyes are set on Xaden, who's eyes are on Ace, who still has a massive smirk on her face. She can feel him lower his shield.
"You're getting punished for that, Freckles."
Can't wait.
His eyes skim over the whole wing.
"Congratulations, Fourth Wing. You get offense and defence. You will be guarding our flag..." He tosses the flag to Garrick. "And you will be trying to get the dragon egg First Wing is trying to defend. Now..." His eyes are skimming over all of his wing again. "Squad leaders. Get together and figure out a strategy. I suggest the fastest riders of each squad on the offense team."
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Flaming Hearts - Fourth Wing
FantasyAcelin Portgas is a lot of things. Fierce, confident, strongminded. And fucking annoying. At least, that's what Xaden Riorson thinks. OC x XadenRiorson