You had found transferring teams difficult, but adjusting to your new fellow soldiers even harder…
You had been moved due to your excellence in the field - but here you were more looked down upon despite your yet to be seen skills…
While in sparring you were working yourself to exhaustion, all in hopes of catching someone’s attention and for just a little respect - which someone did seem to notice…
Your sparring partner Keegan, noticing how tired you looked and the sloppiness of your movements compadres to your usual fast and slick strikes…
He had caught you in stomach - not too much of a powerful blow - but it sent you tumbling into your backside, earning a small groan from Keegan.
He walked over, staring at you for a while before holding a hand out - his brows creasing slightly as he stared blankly at you.
“up..”