*Ember*
Holy f**k, I made the top group!
Part of me wants to be really happy and proud of myself, but I’m not for a couple of reasons.
Firstly, I’m not under the impression that I can actually hold my own with these massive guys. After all, I got here mostly by being fast, not by being strong. I have no f*****g idea how I’d ever compete against Malcolm in a sparring match, although I did already beat Jeremy, and he’s here.
Secondly, Kyan. He’s in my group, and he doesn’t look happy about it–not one bit. In fact, he’s chewing on his thumbnail so ferociously, I’m a little worried he might actually bite it off. No, he definitely doesn’t want to be around me this much, especially not after he had to save my ass from Malcolm earlier.
Thirdly, the trainer. I refuse to look directly at Train
