You were screwed.

Your enemy smirks across from you, in a fighting stance.

You're in combat training and have gotten paired with the last person you wanted.

"Come on, unless..." He paused.

“You're scared?" You glared at him, stepping forward and sweeping your leg out.

He sidesteps with a chuckle. "Nice try, princess."

You clench your jaw feinting left, before aiming for his ribs. He grunts as you hit him, but you don't have time to grin as he locks his foot behind your ankle causing you to fall to the floor but manage to lock your legs around him sending him falling on top of you.

"If you wanted me on top of you, all you had to do was ask." He grins wickedly.