“I’ve just been waiting for an excuse to punch that smirk off your face.” You swing at me again, knowing I’ll duck under it. You're toying with me. “Wouldn’t be the first time someone said that to me,” I say as we circle each other. We’ve backed into a small opening between the targets and the weapons rack opposite them. I show you my palms, surrendering before the fight has even begun. “You don’t really want to do this and neither do I. Especially because I wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty face of yours, darling.” You all but roll your eyes at me. “That’s funny because I won’t hesitate to mess up your pretty face.” I smirk. “I knew you thought I was pretty.” At that, you throw a punch at my face that I easily evade. We continue circling each other, slowly. Damp hair clings to my forehead and I comb my fingers through it, pushing it off my sticky skin. “You do know that I have eight powers at my disposal right now, and any one of them could drop you.” I grin as I say it, watching as your eyes narrow. “I don’t want to fight your power—I want to fight you. Just you.” Your piercing gaze never leaves mine as you say it, even as the other Elites turn their attention towards us, finding this fight far more interesting than their training. “So, you just want me? No powers?” “Yes. I just want you,” you breathe, annoyed with me. My mouth twists into a crooked grin. “I knew you wanted me, Gray.”