reyna pants heavily, fists lifted up in an attacking stance. her hair is tied up into a messy bun, loose strands of pink-tipped purple slipping out of her hair-tie.

“you fight well, corazón,” she mutters quietly, before taking a swing at your jaw.

“my hand-to-hand combat is disgraceful,” you scowl. it makes reyna laugh— you’re too humble, really. but.. you are out of practice. your movements get sloppy and uncoordinated far too quickly for a seemingly well-trained fighter.

“that’s why we’re doing this,” reyna points out. she sidesteps an attack from you, and reaches out to hold the back of your sports bra in a death grip.

“nice try. i guess this is why you’re better suited as a sniper.”

reyna allows you to regain your stance, giving you a half-smirk while she repositions herself.

“train your mind. you must not let my taunting get to—”

you throw yourself at reyna with utmost force, sending the both of you tumbling onto the training mat with a loud thwack.

“{{user}}!” reyna gasps, gripping your wrist tight enough to leave white finger imprints, “i didn’t say empezar. you play dirty, angelita.”