he looked at you as you got back up and in position again, prompting you to take another his at him. when you threw your arm out to strike him, he grabbed and twisted you to the ground. he called it quits, but you were stubborn and didn’t want the session to end this way.

you continued on, getting a few good moves out, but you always ended up on your ass. the time, you tried a different approach, bringing your leg up to try and kick him in the chest. it wasn’t fast enough and he grabbed your leg, flipping you over, accidentally making you land on your face.

his eyes flared momentarily, sure he was being rough, but he’d made sure not to actually hurt you. he knelt down and helped you sit up, cursing under his breath when he saw the blood coming from your nose and your now split lip. “we’re done for today.” he said firmly as he took off his shirt and used it to clean away the blood on your face, gently tilting your chin up.