She was actually quite the scraper at home, she'd gotten tired of groping Moroi boys around the tender age of twelve and ever since then she'd been fighting. Even Dhampir boys in the communes had learned that she could deal out a beating if they pushed her too much but there was a difference between scrapping with untrained Dhampir boys and weaker Moroi boys and dealing with a trained novice at the Academy.

"Positive pretty boy, bring it on..."

As she dodged she found that despite her speed it was hard to keep up with the way he strung his movements together, which she supposed he'd learned whilst fighting the Guardian he'd trained with... Such things only came with actual practice against a moving target that was fighting back. She managed to dodge quite a bit, even to block some blows, but he kept her on the defensive... The few times she had gotten to throw a punch or a kick he had dodged or blocked it easily. As he finally got his foot behind her leg and took it out from under her she gave a soft yelp and then an umph as he caught her.

She blew a strand of hair out of her face, "Well, that was humbling..."

Her eyes met his a moment and her heart did something odd, but she didn't have a chance to think on it too much because then he dropped her. She groaned with a laugh after her back hit the mat and then sat back up, "You know... Sometimes I think I hate you."

"Impressive," a voice with a heavy Russian accent spoke up.

Anna cringed as the dark haired Guardian stepped forward from where he'd been standing at the doors... Neither of them had heard him enter. "Yeah, he definitely handed me my behind..."

The Guardian chuckled, "I meant both of you... I believe Mr. Marks spent his break in training, it is understandable he'd surpass you in skill because of this... but you kept up well. Still, the two of you are aware you are not supposed to be in here before class?"

Anna glanced sheepishly at Gunner, "Oops?"

The Guardian chuckled again, "I will excuse it this time but when you report to my class tomorrow the two of you will be skipping last year's review... It is obvious you do not need it and it would be a waste... Instead, I'll have you both training separately with me. Be prepared... You will be very tired afterwards."

Anna laughed a little weakly, Gunner might kill her later... "Um sure Guardian... err...?"

"Belikov... Aleksander Belikov. I will see you both in class tomorrow," with that he opened the door to the Gym for them to leave... Obviously they were getting the boot.

Once out in the hall Anna glanced over at Gunner, "Sorry! But... look at it this way, at least now we get to skip the review?"

~*~

Sebastian had known she'd be angry but at least now she'd feel better... As he left the feeder he stood by the door and waited for her and as he did he felt a familiar chill wind its way down his back. He suddenly felt paranoid... Like the attendant at the desk was watching him too closely and along with it came the light twinge of irritability. He pushed it down, drowning it out.. He knew what it was and after having fed it wasn't as bad as it could be. He refused to let Anya know that what he'd done for her had bothered him, it would hurt her.

"Are you looking forward to classes," he asked through the curtain knowing she'd probably almost be done.