Helanie:
"Are you going to skip the combat training just like you skipped the therapy sessions?" Norman comnted with a scoff, briskly walking ahead of and towards the deep woods.
I knew what he was trying to imply. Ever since his brother told last night that he would ask Norman to give extra classes before the combat started, Norman had been giving this look. And now that we were finally alone and headed to the woods for our first class, he was sharing his thoughts with .
"I didn’t think the therapy was working," I muttered under my breath, being unreasonable since I hadn’t even given the therapy a fair chance.
He suddenly stopped, and I bumped into his broad back. I stepped back and rubbed my nose, complaining about it.
"We’re here," he muttered, of course, pretending his sudden stop was not because of my words.
I looked around and then at him. He wore a white shirt with gray shorts and gray sneakers. His hair was fluffy but shiny, as if he had used gel. Yet, the strands were sticking out, with sharp pieces loose on his forehead.
I wore my tracksuit, but with my purple sweater since it was so cold out here.
"Now what?" I asked impatiently, my hands on my waist. Maybe because of our past history, I didn’t expect much from Norman. When it cos to helping , he does it his own way, a ssy way.
"Now you shut up!" he snapped, pointing at , and then added, "We’ll focus on flexibility first."
As soon as I heard that, I felt like he was just trying to waste my ti. So, I shook my head and muttered, "I do it every day. I’m flexible enough."
I noticed his expression hardening, a sign that I needed to shut up and do as he said. So, I positioned myself in a way that didn’t require words, but he knew I was ready.
"Do jumping jacks," he said, and started doing them himself. He was so big and heavy that whenever he landed on the ground, I swear I heard the ground beneath shaking.
I followed him and started doing what he was doing. In the next hour, we had done several exercises that already had worn out.
"You need to work on your stamina," he advised, watching stop and kneel down.
"Why—what—happened—to my stamina? You only—want—to criticize—," I barely managed to say. That made him raise his brow and purse his lips.
"Now! You need to understand the value of balance in combat. Step with your leading foot first, followed by the rear foot, make sure the distance between your feet stays the sa," he instructed, watching try to balance my weight.
When he was describing it, I thought he was just making things up. But the minute I started following his instructions, I realized it wasn’t just that. It was way harder than it seed.
We practiced backward and sideways balance movents. However, every ti I lost my balance, Norman gave a harsh look.
"Ouch!" I almost tripped, which made giggle. But I didn’t know it also upset the big monster in front of . When he walked so close to , I had no clue. I felt sothing hit my head and grimaced, looking at him.
He had rolled a file in his hands and hit on the head with it.
"This is not a joke. Take it seriously," he said. He wasn’t wrong, but I just hated him, so I pouted and continued to practice.
As the darkness started to take over, I realized the whole day had passed. I was tired and exhausted but still ready to take another step forward in the combat lessons.
"That will be it for today," Norman announced, barely looking tired. In fact, it seed like the fact that he hadn’t worked out crazily made him annoyed. He had to match my pace. It wasn’t just doing these lessons; he was following through as well.
"And tomorrow we will start learning the big moves, right?" I asked excitedly, but he wrinkled his nose and looked bothered.
"We’ll continue these for at least two more days," he said, and I straightened up to face him.
"You’re wasting my ti. I already did these. And when I do these with the other students during the classes, I’ll get even better at them," I insisted, wanting to start learning the main combat lessons already. The reason was that I couldn’t be certain when Rayden would strike .
To Norman, I might have sounded like a spoiled brat, but deep down, I was scared of Rayden and him repeating the events of that night. Not only that, I wanted to punish him so badly.
"Helanie! You speak to this way again, and I will leave you tied to a tree for the lycan to co and eat you alive," that was the first ti he had spoken about the lycan like that. It was as if the lycan would listen to him.
"How an—" I hissed, "and you can’t tie to the tree." I muttered.
"Sure!" he said, with the most judgntal look, which irritated .
"I’m serious. You can’t tie to the tree," I muttered. I had seen so videos on the internet about how to react when soone attacks you. And I was sure I could tackle soone down, if not that, at least save myself.
"Okay!" he added in the sa cold tone, which annoyed even more.
"Co on, try it," I nudged him as he walked past . He raised an eyebrow, then grimaced, waving his hand to dismiss .
"What? Are you scared? Don’t you want to prove to your student that you can tie her to a tree like you claid?" I was suddenly so angry at his comnt that I wanted him to try. I knew I could pull off so moves and get away from the tree.
"Co on," I pressed him further, watching as he tilted his head and looked at tiredly.
"You really want this?" he asked in a low, deep voice.
"Yeah!" I hissed confidently.
He nodded and began walking in slow circles, smirking slightly.
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