He is the wasp and she is the butterfly

"Nice knife."he replies, "any good with it?"

Before I could say a word he reaches towards the knife but I swing it round so that his hand misses. I swing in a different direction towards him but he dodges it. I flip the knife adjusting my grip and manage to get a swipe at him, cutting his white shirt and his left forearm releasing blood down his toned arm. He swings his leg around mine knocking me down onto the floor, but I grasp onto him sending him down with me. Meaning he falls onto his back then me in a pile on top of him.

"Your good. But not good enough." He releases a slight laugh. Looking up to me who's attempting to climb off of him.

"Well I could say the same about you." I reply pushing off of his muscular chest.

He then flips us both over so that he's kneeling over the top of me, with my arms trapped above my head. He holds my hands making me release my knife, for him to then toss it away from us. There's a moment when we both stop. Our breath in sync. Our eyes matched. But only for a moment. He stands up holding his hand out in front of me, to help me up. I push myself backwards on the floor getting up myself. He shakes his head with a grin then picks up his gun from the floor.

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