Next, Ziva had sense strengthening class; a class designed to strengthen the sense of hearing. One by one, students were to put a bag over their head, or to wear a blindfold. Then, the remaining students attack the visually blinded student, and that student was only to attack only when he or she heard the other students.
Ziva walked into the center of the room, and allowed a bag to be slipped on over her head. She heard the shuffling of feet of her classmates surrounding her.
She heard the first footsteps of someone approaching her. Calculating the speed of the footsteps, and the approximate location. She kicked out. Her foot connected with a solid object, and the grunt of a person told Ziva that she successfully kicked them.
Behind her, she heard footsteps. She was about to kick out, when she was tackled to the ground. Ziva cursed to herself. She miscalculated her timing, and therefore got herself tackled. If that was real life and not some training exercise, she would have been killed.
The whistle blew, and Ziva took off her bag. The man who had tackled her patted her on the shoulder and whispered "It's ok. You did good. This is a really hard exercise and you're very young". He whispered kindly in her ear.
Ziva managed a weak smile. "Thanks". She whispered back, before taking the man's hand that he offered to her and standing up.
Sorry I haven't updated in a while 😬 I had huge writers block, and I was also writing another story.
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Ziva David Mossad Training
FanfictionMy version of Ziva's Mossad Training when she was seventeen years old. I take Krav Maga, so all the fighting techniques you read are the same as Ziva's training.
