Tuesday
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The fence began and it went on normally.
Though it started to get intense.
You had to dodge harder, make your actions quicker and more precise.
You started to get angrier by the minute.

The two are you then started to gravitate around the whole mat.
You had to admit, he was good, and he was giving you a hard time.

The fence when on, and most of the class had ended their match.

You two were going at it.

Making this a match.

Note:
Whenever someone still hasn't outed their partner, it will become a match. For the match to end someone has to be knocked into the end zone, one must make an "assault" towards your opponent, or is not granted with anymore attack room.

Your sabers clashing, and he wasn't slowing down.
He kept up with your pace, going faster, and not backing down.

"When is this match going to end!?"
You thought.

You where getting tired and he was on 100%.
He just kept re-charging?!

"What the hell?!"

You couldn't keep going.
You were going to end this match, but you weren't going to lose.

But how? You needed an opening.

"I could teleport?"

"No..."

"That's a foul..."

An idea popped into your head.

You were trying to think, but with trying to keep up with his stamina, and conducting an entry way didn't mix very well.

You got even more angrier and your father popped into your mind and this wrath was to much to bare.

"This BASTARD."

Rage overpowered your mindset, this wasn't a match anymore. In your head it was
life or death.

You couldn't control what happened next.

Sadness, control, anger, training.
And you chose:
Anger.

Your mind started to fuz.

"NO! NOT NOW, Y/N! GET YOUR DAMN HEAD IN THE GAME."

You couldn't figure it out?!
What was the next step?
Who knows?
It wasn't you.
So now.
"I'll have to go with my gut."

You stepped back giving him room to step forward to corner you at the edge of the mat.
You shifted your left foot behind your right heel, and held your sabre to your chest.

You used the control of your left foot to turn your figure around to face the back of his body.

"Hell yeah!"

You had an opening.

You could have just ended the match by sending your sabre to the nape of his neck,
but no.

Before he had a chance to face your direction, you slid the base of your foot to the heels of his feet making his balance uncertain, making him fall backwards and landing in the end zone of the mat.
You watched in pride, as his back hit the floor.

Then, putting your sabre to his neck.
Panting, so angry you were almost shaking.

"SHINSOU IS OUT."
You hear the instructor yell.

"Y/N L/N WILL BE TAKING THE WIN."

"Y/n?"
The boy thought.

That anger started to fade, as you slid your helmet off to be met with the cold air of the gym that hit your face.

Your panting continues, when a cocky smile rises to your face

You lowered your sabre, and placed your helmet on your hip.

You leaned over shadowing his body.
"Your not half bad."
You laughed.

The boy sat up, removing his helmet, for you to be faced with a head full of purple hair.

Your stood for his feet and turning to your.

"You're a girl?"
He questioned.

"Of course!"
You beamed.

"Hey! I know you! We take some classes together!"
You spark.

"Yeah, we do..."
He queried.

You walked off to a bench to take a quick break.

"Damn...I'm getting lazy."
You pondered.

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