Her compressive shirt felt uncomfortable around her body as perspiration was starting to build up. The training room in Washington was decent; having cleaner walls and floors and actual training mats to soften any fall.
They had been throwing punches and kicks around for nearly an hour. The Soldier was in Cyro; so she was forced to train with Rumlow.
"See you gotta aim for—" he neared her with his arms raised, attempting to demonstrate self-defence.
Internally, she thought it was futile. Her file listed all the martial arts she was trained in, so she didn't see the point of sparring more with him.
Before Rumlow could touch her, she grabbed his arm and turned her back to his chest. Pushing back her hips and her left foot, Anastasia jumped and flipped them onto the mat.
He grunted loudly, too dazed to fight back. She rolled off him, sticking out her legs and hitting him in the cheek. Rumlow flinched again, lifting his head to shield his face. With the space, she wrapped one leg under his head and one around his neck.
Brock wheezed when she started to squeeze tightly, tapping on her thigh in surrender. Anastasia only gritted her teeth, adding more pressure without realizing it.
"That's enough—" he gagged, starting to slap her leg more violently. He took hold of her knee, trying to pull his head from her grip.
A few guards shouted at her, closing in with guns raised. Anastasia's murderous stare elevated, eyeing each one individually. After a long moment, she released Rumlow and slumped on her back.
Brock lurched forward, coughing loudly. He twisted back to scowl at her, "What the hell was that?!"
She rolled onto her knees before jumping up and rushing for a guard, ignoring Rumlow entirely.
In one fluid motion, she planted her foot on his knee and grabbed the back of his neck. Hooking her ankles around his neck, she swung her body down and around to flip him over.
