ғᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ {ʙᴇɴ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ} !!DISCONTINUED!!

Chpt.12

"Shit!" She hissed, barely ducking under a heavy punch. She readied her knife, quickly scanning for an opening. Her attempts were blinded by the swift movements of her opponent. She continued to dodge over and over, begging for just one opening. Finally, her wishes were granted. A single jab was all she needed. Her eyes narrowed in on the side of his thigh. She grabbed his arm and held it in place. Everything was perfectly in place. All she had to do was-

     Her eyes darted to the knife, slipping out of her hand, and onto the ground. She joined said knife soon after, the leaves crunching under her weight.

      It took her a moment to figure out what happened, but it was clear that, in short, she'd failed again. Taking heavy breaths, and wincing in pain from the pounding pain spread out on her back, she looked up to her opponent staring down at her.

     "That was the fifth time you dropped your weapon today." Masky informed, as if she wasn't already dreadfully aware. He held his hand out which she took.

     "I know, it's just so weird and uncomfortable." She grunted, using his hand to lift herself off of the ground.

     "That's what you've been saying for the past three days."

     "So we still don't have anything for her?" She turned her attention over to hoodie, who was leaned against a tree with a front seat view of her failure.

     "W-whuh-hy can't we just for-fuh-fuck-force her to used to a weapon," Toby chimed in, his nose scrunching up every time he ticed. He was sitting against the same tree as brian, legs sprawled out.

     "Because that's not how it works, idiot." Masky retorted. "We'll just keep working on hand to hand combat for now."

     She sighed, and picked up the knife, handing it back to Masky. She brushed the dirt and leaves off of her as he began to pick up were they left off yesterday in regards to self defense.

     "So, when you're going up against a taller opponent, there are a few main things you could do."

     About an hour later, they were finnally done. {Y/N} sat on the steps, frowning down at herself.  Masky, Who was pickings up some of the equipment he brought out in a box, noticed her distained expressions.

     "Hey," He called out. "don't obsess over your failure so much, you'll just end up digging yourself a rut."

    "Hmm? Oh that's not it, I just really liked this hoodie." She said pointing to the multiple stains all over her red hoodie.

     "I can tell, you've been wearing it all week, did you even wash it?" He asked, judgment clearly in his voice.

     "Of course I washed it!" She defended. She did not struggle in both finding, and working the washing machine to put up with such disrespect. 

     He disregarded her defense, scoffing. "So, it's your favorite, huh?" He asked, more like it was a joke.

    "I guess?" She responded, not quite sure if she was even ment to. "It's comfortable and all." She pulled down her sleeves to wipe off the sweat from her forehead.

    "I honestly don't care."

     She shot him a glare, which he paid no mind to, walking the box up to the back door.

    "Why am I here?" The question was a surprise to both of them, but there wasn't any going back now. He let out a deep, dismal sigh. Atleast he wasn't angry.

     "I-i'm sorry, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to or anything-"

    "It's fine," He started, turning around and balancing the box on his bent knee. "It was bound to come up anyways." She was a bit surprised to see him have a much calmer approach to the question. She'd expected him of all people to respond similarly to Toby.