Not What She Seems

Yaeman's National District Schools Fighting Competition Round III

"Sweetheart, I've never seen that before, that's not normal." the woman said, worried.
"Yeah, I know. You never told her anything about that prophecy before, so who told her? She said you—" the woman cut the man off.
"I know who could've told her, but she's dead. She's gone. But it's a possibility." the woman said, her face drained of color.
"Who told her then?" the man asked.
"Her mother. Her real mother." the woman said, pale.

*****

  "Where's Yavara?" I hear Verlynn ask.
  "Oh, she's training." Relvin answers.
  "Really?" Verlynn asks.
  "Yeah." Relvin answers, his footsteps getting closer. I twist kick in the air and hit the punching bag.
  "There she is!" Relvin exclaims, smiling. I smile.
  "Where were you guys?" I ask, taking a break and sitting down on the floor and on one of the practice mats.
  "We were at the Snack Bar." Verlynn says, placing a plastic plate of fries and fried chicken in front of me.
  "Ooh cHiCkEn!" I say, excited and stuffing my face with fried chicken.
  "Yavara, you look really in to that chicken, can I get your fries?" Relvin asks.
  "No." I say, stern. He picks a fry out of my plate and eats it anyways.
  "Fine. Whatever. I don't care. You can have it because you're nice." I say, responding to his action.
  "But can I have you?" Relvin asks me. I knew he was playing, but I have to play my part too. I blush.
  "I'm not so sure about that, my mom would want me back for dinner." I answer, pretending to be stunned and blush some more.
  "I'm just kidding, don't get too happy. I've never seen you blush before though, is there—" I cut him off.
  "Huh? No—it's nothing. Doesn't matter. Why'd you guys come?" I ask, changing the subject so he could stop focusing on the fact that I'm blushing.
  "I don't really know, just to hang out, I guess." Relvin answers.
  "Oh, ok. Well, that sucks, I need to get back to training." I state, closing the cap on my water bottle.
  "Oh. Okay. Round three is in three days, don't wear yourself out too much." Relvin warns me.
  "I won't." I assure him. Relvin and Verlynn soon leave.
  "Finally, I can stop playing weak and actually fight." I sigh, relieved.
  "25%" I say. Then, I quadruple punch the punching bag, high kick it, straight kick it, planter kick it, then elbow it.
****Verlynn
  I stay there, hiding. I intended to come back and return her phone because I accidentally picked it up in replace of my phone, but when I heard her say she was playing weak, I decided to spy a little. Hidden around the corner, I spy on her.
  "25%" Yavara says, quadruple punching the punching bag, high kicking it, straight kicking it, planter kicking it, then elbowing it. You didn't need an MMA expert to know those punches would've K.O.ed someone really easily. So, in her fight with Amorae, she wasn't trying? Relvin was right, she was just gathering more strength. She wasn't injured at all, not even a headache. It was fake. She wasn't hurt at all. She rested a little so it could make it look like she was struggling somehow. Does that mean in her fight almost a week ago with Myrani, she wasn't trying? I think.
  "50%" Yavara says again. This time she throws a left hook with her right hand and hits the punching bag so it swings back like five feet (I'm exaggerating) and leaves a dent in the punching bag. I thought it'd go—never mind.
  "75%" Yavara says for the third time, using her left leg to hook the punching bag and punches it hard enough that there's another dent left in the punching bag.
  "100%. Full power." Yavara states, backing up towards the wall. Then, all of a sudden, Yavara charges at the punching bag at full force and spin kicking the punching bag so hard all the sand falls out on the floor.
  "Ouch. That's gonna be a mess to clean up." I say, coming out of hiding. Yavara turns, shocked to see me.
  "Yeah, yeah it is." She says, redoing her ponytail. Strands of her dark red hair cover her hazel eyes and some rest on her dark eyelashes while some cover her dark eyebrows. She moves the strands and pulls them into her ponytail too.
  "I grabbed the wrong phone. See you at round three." I say, making up an excuse to go and quickly leave.