#aerex01

Ax sat leaning against the rear wall, facing the doorway, elbows crooked over his knees, eyes on an infinite point someplace ahead of him while panting hard. His chest was on fire, and his heart racing like a spooked herd of bordok.

Weapons!

She was insane right?

“You’re kidding right–now?!” He was not nearly foolish enough to say “fist”, hitting Hyuna was difficult (if not almost impossible) and no it was not cause of his usual distaste in hitting a woman. Honestly, she ducked, dodged and weaved around him so much he would have likely given himself a metal now to actually land a blow on her.

“Uh. No preference–I mean no weapons!” No, he didn’t want a weapon cause he was pretty damn sure she would turn disarming him into a rather painful, bruise issuing, mat munching spectator sport.

When Ax had first agreed to train with her, Hyuna had been quite surprised.  He hadn’t seemed like the patient sort that was willing to deal with her intensity.  Yet here he’s still here, weeks after she first roped him into training and he hasn’t run for the hills yet.  She thinks that maybe it’s because he’s a little crazy.  Or perhaps she’s underestimated him.

His surprised response is enough to make Hyuna let out a short, loud laugh and she gives him a look that says ‘of course right now idiot.’  Still, she doesn’t try to make him get up from his spot on the wall.  Instead, she adjusts her high ponytail and walks to the opposite end of the room.  “Catch your breath then.  We’re just getting started.”