Purebreed

I shift my weight and leap up into the air, by body automatically responding to my command. I spin and my foot strikes out to kick the guy in front of me, square in his bare chest. He goes flying back, but he snaps open his wings before his body contacts the hard ground. He rises 25 feet in the air, his 15 feet wingspan beating powerfully. His abs glistened with sweat but I paid no attention whatsoever to that...

A smirk playing on his lips he cups his hands and yells at me, "Lucky shot!"

I manage a glare and lift my own self in the air, the swoosh of air fills my ears and the sensation engulfs my white plush wings that are now extended out behind me. I angle my body towards him and I close the distance between us in an instant. I grab his shoulders, pulling him down to the ground with me.The fall isn't very long but I succeed in pummeling him in the face with my fist a few times before he finally hits the ground with a thud. I fall on top of him a split second after, my legs straddle his body and the hair that escaped my pony tail tickles his face. Are chests are heaving and his lips are already beginning to swell with the force of my punches. His hand hesitantly reaches towards me and my breath catches in my throat. I think he notices because then he speaks up.

"You want me to kiss you little girl?" escapes his lips with a flirty grin.  I gulp and vigorously shake my head. I attempt to think of a witty comeback to help not betray my thoughts when the instuctor's voice interrupts me.

"Good job guys! Brush yourselves off and lets get Kalla onto her next opponent." Dylan's voice echoes through the gymnasium  "Jesse, I thought you'd put up more of a fight but I'll expect more of you next time eh?" Dylan throws a shirt at Jessie's face and he catches it effortlessly.

He nudges me, "See ya later hottie." I shake my head and he throws me a wink over his shoulder and laughs. He is always such a flirt.

I dust off my black yoga pants and black fitted T-Shirt, readjust my blonde hair and take a deep breath. Time for the next test. I turn around to see who I would be sparring with next.

It was hard not to notice him, with his dark sweepy hair and stunning blue eyes. Plus the whole look of utter boredom painted plainly on his face really added to the brooding look.

"Jag, you're up." Dylan announces, looking at a clipboard in his hand.

Jag shrugs his shoulders and I couldn't help but notice how baggy his shirt was compared to Jessie's. So being the good girl I am, I give him time to take off his shirt like Jessie did so he could use his wings. He stares at me weirdy and instead he just takes his hands out of his pockets, holds them up to protect his face and begins circling me.

Well shit, he's going to try and box me now?

Oh and you're probably wondering...Wings!?