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It was very cold. In fact, it was snowing gently as Hyejin hobbled up one of the winding pathways that led to the top of one of Bukhansan’s main peaks. It was difficult to imagine the bright-haired woman as an experienced hiker when she playfully jumped from one rock to the next with her arms held straight out and wobbling with every precarious step she took. To the normal bystander, she was a child fooling around in an adult’s body, and only the astute would realize that scampering around the trails like Hyejin did took agility and accumulated memories.

Not that there were many wandering around the national park in the dead of winter, if there was even anyone else at all. Even Hyejin questioned her motives for crawling up the mountain, but it was almost calming to watch her breath come out in dissipating clouds and wince at the cold nipping at her cheeks. The sharp wind and fresh air was like a constant reminder that yes, she was living, and her body was tangible and if she expanded her lungs enough perhaps the oxygen would cleanse her of all her worries and anxieties. The powers above knew she could use as much cleansing as she could get.

She found an especially-nice collection of boulders to jump onto, and she summoned as much strength as she could and leapt. It wasn’t an impressive jump, but it was enough to fool the woman into believing she was floating for the briefest of moments before finally landing onto the lowest rock. Despite it being a trivial feat, Hyejin found herself sitting down cross-legged for a break before falling back and staring at the grey sky.

She lay there for an unknown period of time with her legs still crossed and her back pressed against uncomfortable bumps and jagged edges of the rock, but simultaneously strangely comfortable. Hyejin let her thoughts drift away to a million things until she was inundated with too much thinking for her tiny cranium to compute, so she released a loud yell and rolled over the edge onto the ground.

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Somewhere between the second arm bar and the headlock, Hari lost her temper enough to scream out the six words that sealed her fate.

“Is that the best you got?!” 

Her face ate practice mat over and over. The thick plastic smell that coated the mats became all too familiar by that point. Hyuna didn’t wait for Hari to make the first move anymore. Seeing the glint in her trainer’s eyes meant that Hari accidentally triggered the excitement switch. She knew better than to provoke someone who had more spirit than her and was much better trained, but her dumb mouth. 

After the second headlock, Hari had enough and choked out the words, “Stop-- With... The-- S-Submissions.” Hyuna was a good person to train with. Patient. Skilled. But lacked a gentle touch to say at the least. Hari couldn’t imagine how any other person with less of a taste for pain would endure against Hyuna. Then again, she doubted they wouldn’t be dumb enough to agitate a bear in its den.

She knew her recent woe started right when she made the wrong assumption that Hyuna would throw a punch. Hari went ahead and tried to execute a take down but who knew the moment she lowered her head, the other woman would lock an arm around it? In retrospect, she should’ve seen it coming the way Hyuna didn’t shift her weight forward like someone would with a punch.

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“No, please…” His voice is low as guilt sits in. He’s angry, yeah, but he didn’t really mean to snap. If he hadn’t mistaken her for someone else- put a few to many thoughts into who it was that this particular woman stuck around with, he would have put the mask on better. But at the moment he hangs his head and sighs just a little. He holds his arms tighter- hugging himself as though it’s worth any comfort. A lot of things just happened to pile up at the wrong time, and Hyuna just… was at the wrong place. She asked to be friendly- but Hansol hates having to admit when there’s something wrong. So there was a weak snap of “I’m fine” followed by the choking back of tears and, honestly, he can’t blame her. She probably assumes his too grumpy to deal with her.

“I’m sorry… I just got a rough phone call and I thought you were someone else… I’m sorry.” He wipes his eyes and looks up at her now. He needs a moment to recollect himself. He’s got to pull off all of the things he’s had piled on top of him so that he can go back to normal. He feigns a smile that comes out far more realistic than it should seeing that he was crying mere moments ago. His acting might be too good for him to even realize it. He lets his posture drop so that he appears that much more normal- okay.

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Initially, Yeji hadn’t taken well to fighting with mutants. Sure, a lot of them fought just like normal people, but a lot of them were -- cheating, it felt like. Having special powers that confounded Yeji’s intuition seemed like some violation of the rules of combat -- but really, what rules are there in true throat-ripping, life-or-death fights?

Yeji just had to learn to analyze and adapt to mutants the same as humans. After all, it could easily come a day that she was pursuing a mutant of some sort, latent or practiced, powers she knew something about or didn’t. So she’s changed since the entered the foundation -- not that that should come as a surprise to her or anyone else -- and she’s started piecing together the different wild and crazy ways that mutants work.

Maybe it all has to do with the few times she saw her dad use his powers, or something?

Anyway, there’s always something to learn fighting mutants, and this woman’s got a practiced sort of charm to her combative skills as well -- it doesn’t at all hurt that she’s easy as hell on the eyes, and Yeji’s got some kind of weird masochistic death-wish when it comes to fighting people who’re hot and can kick her ass. Maybe she’s into that, she doesn’t really care to dwell on it. Better to focus on the golden opportunity that is running into this charming lady on the training grounds, yeah?

“Yah -- unnie,” Yeji approaches with curiosity in her eyes, sidling up beside the elder woman as she adjusts the cloth wrapped around one of her hands. (Wow, she’s a lot taller than Yeji -- nice.) “Your form’s really good -- you haven’t been here long, though?” the huntress wonders, tilting her head to let her hair wildly flip to the side. “’Cause I mean, I don’t know you -- which I think I should fix, and I also think we should totally spar, if you wanna.”