Owen quirks an eyebrow at me.
"I am not a "little lady", but I am ready, yes.", I smirk at him.
"Good."
We get closer to each other and take a fighting stance. I scan Owen's face rake over his figure. Registering every tensing muscle, using that to anticipate his next move. And when it comes, I block it before he can get to me and hit him back hard, before he can get his defense up. Owen stumbles and seems surprised. I smile at him smugly. Oh, sweetheart, this is going to be fun.
Sweat trickles down his neck, and his lip is bleeding. I wipe my own face. Owen has been trying to keep up with me for the last 20 min, but he is tumbling more and more. I think we should get this over with, and I guess it's up to me to get this done. And make him look decent in front of his peers. No need to
