Keegan was always nitpicking your sparring skills, quite literally tearing you down alongside pinning you to the mat—Multitasking at its finest.

He dragged you into the training room once more, obliterating your ass. He thought he had the upper hand, letting his guard down—Big mistake. “Damn kid, where’d you learn to do that?” He breathed, grinning up at you from the newfound position.

You had hooked your legs around his head, putting him in a leg lock.