Moving Forward

Let the Bodies Hit the Floor

"The ladies will spar first," Colt informed everyone. "Raschel, you are sparring with Gabriel. Hit the mat, you two."

Raschel's POV

I removed my dad's old t-shirt and walked to the center of the mat, ignoring the gasps of surprise sounding throughout the gym. "God damn it Fox that is the last time you take her shopping." My dad growled and Foxy laughed, I merely rolled my eyes. He always said that.

I loved my new training outfit. It allowed me to move freely and was in my favorite colors. I did not even mind that it showed the bruises I had gotten during the altercation at the school. I was wearing pink shorts with a white stripe circling my hips and the top was a white sports bra with a pink stripe circling my breasts. Call me childish, it made me want to dance. To make me feel even better, Foxy French braided my hair to keep it out of my face as I sparred.

Although Gabriel was the smallest of the boys, he was still bigger then I was. He sparred half-heartedly; as if he was afraid, he would hurt me. That made me more determined to win. He tried to Judo kick me; I caught his foot and yanked him off his feet. He went to grab me and I flipped him. Then he started to get angry and started to spar as he would with anyone else. He still did not land a hit; I do not think he practiced much. While he had some training in Judo, he was clueless when it came to Street Fighting. I tried to give him pointers, but he must not have heard me. Maybe he was deaf.

Colt called an end to the match. I shook Gabriel's hand and thanked him for sparring with me, just as they had taught me. Colt nodded his approval and dad was smiling at me. I nearly danced my way back to Victor and Luke. I did it I sparred with a stranger. The boys greeted me with a hug, but something was off. They had me back in my dad's old shirt within seconds while sending glares at their former team.

"She fucking cheats," Gabriel whined. "She wore that outfit to keep me distracted."

I looked at my boys questioningly. "Ignore him," Luke hugged me. "He is just trying to save face." "You did great princess," Victor assured me as he held my hand in his. "Meanie," I whispered to myself.

Foxy's POV

"The Fox and Dakota Lee," Colt named the next match.

My outfit was similar to Raschel's, except I was wearing a jungle camouflage. I nodded in approval when Kota did not let what I was wearing distract him. I liked this kid. When he held to Judo, I directed him in doing different moves to counter mine. While I was a third degree black belt, I also studied Savate and Krav Maga. The street fighting came natural. Shan and I learned it young; it was the key to our survival before we met Sven and Colt. Very few used Judo at Ashley Waters and it was a good way to die if you tried to use it in a gang fight.

Block, punch, kick, spin, flip and repeat. I preferred sparring with Shan, Sven and Colt. I could go all out with them and not worry about hurting anyone. Like Gabe, Kota had not seemed to train as much. I swept my leg behind his knees and took him down. Colt called the match and I helped Kota to his feet. We shared a joke, his ego un-bruised and we were laughing as we parted.