Sorry, I Love You.

2.12

"You have to watch my hands, alright? And don't forget about my feet either. Most of the time, you can tell where you're about to get hit if you see their eyes move to that spot so watch out for that too. Got it?" Kenneth reminded as he stood in a proper fighting stance with his eyes glued to Zoe, who also took a very hesitant and defensive fighting stance.

"Nope. You just told me to look at like 8 different things, Kenneth, and I only have two eyes so.." Zoe sighed, half out of frustration and half out of exhaustion.

Kenneth simply chuckled and threw a punch without any warning. He swung his fist towards Zoe's left, purposefully moving slow enough that she could stop his attack by raising her left arm and causing their forearms to collide. She was instantly proud of herself and let her guard down to experience that pride, giving Kenneth the perfect opportunity to test her right side. He swung low this time, his fist heading towards her ribs. Zoe flinched but didn't block his hit, too caught up in her pride to remember to block.

Luckily, Kenneth was one of the good ones so, he slowed his swing before it hit her and only tapped her ribs with his knuckles. Kenneth dropped his hands with a sigh and straightened out his posture, an expression on his face that made Zoe frown. Even though they had already gone through a few self defense maneuvers, Zoe wasn't picking up actual combat very well. She could block a typical predatory attack pretty well at this point, if she remembered but, she couldn't fight someone.

"Come on, Zo.. I'm the easiest person your mother is going to throw at you and you're already losing." Kenneth said.

"I'm not losing! If I was losing, I'd be on the ground." Zoe smugly retorted.

"I was being nice, Zoe. Do you want to me to throw you to the ground?"

"I'd like to see you try."

Kenneth scoffed and shook his head, giving Zoe the impression that he thought she was being ridiculous and he wasn't actually being serious. That impression quickly crumbled when Kenneth ruthlessly went sprinting at Zoe. Zoe instantly locked up with fear but quickly searched her brain for the solution to this attack. Luckily, she remembered just in time, grabbing Kenneth's shirt when he was close enough and planting her foot on his stomach. Zoe didn't stop him, though.

Instead, Zoe let his momentum push her to the ground while the grip she had on his shirt pulled him down with her. Before he landed on top of her, though, Zoe pushed with her foot and used his falling momentum to throw him over her head. Zoe wasn't suppose to be strong enough to achieve this particular movement but Kenneth gave her enough momentum to throw him without too much trouble. He also wasn't very heavy so, he flipped right over her pretty easily and landed on his back with a thud.

"Ha ha!" Zoe triumphantly cheered as she rolled over to look at Kenneth, who was already scrambling to stand up again. Zoe eyes instantly widened when she realized he wasn't going to stop. "Wait, wait, wait!"

Without mercy, Kenneth climbed on top of Zoe and wrestled her little, squirming figure until he had her arms and legs pinned down under his own legs as he straddled her. Zoe continued to struggle but Kenneth was far more experienced than her and she was very, very small. Zoe was just happy that her mother wasn't here to watch over their training or Rin would probably throat chop her, herself.

Kenneth cupped his hands very gently over Zoe's exposed throat, which made her freeze and stare up at him with fear in her eyes. He didn't actually squeeze, though, as he stared right back down at her. "See? Dead." Kenneth removed one hand to make his fingers into the shape of a gun and pressed the tip of his index finger right in the middle of her forehead. "Double dead."

"That's not fair. You're bigger than me." Zoe groaned as she began struggling again.

"Everyone's bigger than you, Zoe. A four year old could beat you." Kenneth mocked.