[center][b][u][h3][color=a2d39c]Olivia Zesiger[/color][/h3][/u][/b]
[b]Interacting with:[/b] [@Aquanthe][/center]

[color=silver]For a moment, Olivia thought that her strikes would land. But instead of Tanner dodging her feign in the direction she wanted him to, he instead leapt back. She found herself losing her balance, and she struggled to remain upon her feet. But the blond boy was quick to expose the weakness; in a swift movement, he kicked out his leg and swept her off of her feet. Crying out in surprise, she winced harshly as the hard ground collided with her rear. As she she sat there, she felt her face flush with a great deal of embarrassment. The pain that she felt was nothing to her-- but failure? It cut deeply into her, and for a moment, Olivia mentally cursed Tanner for taking advantage of her inexperience.

Her eyes flickered up towards her friend, struggling to keep the smile upon her face. The corners of her mouth kept wanting to turn downwards. Olivia wasn't about to cry; it was far too late for that. But one look at her could tell that she was extremely disappointed in herself, almost overwhelmingly so. Nevertheless, the girl continued to smile, graciously taking Tanner's hand and lifting herself off the ground.  [color=a2d39c][b]"Haha, yeah,"[/b][/color] she laughed nervously, rubbing her lower back as she sheepishly smiled up at the boy.  [color=a2d39c][b]"I guess I need more practice when it comes to fighting, right?"[/b][/color][/color]