Only Death Can Stop Me

Zhavvi huffed because she was thinking that fighting was all about thinking smartly and having strategies. Well then she was strong. What did she had to do then? Her trainer approached her and poked her muscles. She had muscles!!! But they were indeed a bit weak. Zhavvi's face turned sour when the other female said that to her. It was offending. But for once, Zhav swallowed her pride. "I did that with my last fight, Kivi. I won. It was from a heavy set male," Zhavvi spoke to at least lift her pride again.

Zhavvi mirrored her teacher's position and tensed her muscles. She was surprised by the compliment because she thought she was doing it wrong. Well that was better. A pleased smile turned on her lips. So once someone attacked her she needed to tense up in this position? She would need to remember that. And train the position too so it became natural for her. Oh yes. Zhavvi nodded courtly to tell the other she was ready. She kept the same position, ready for the other female to run into her.