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[color=D09772]“Mn…”[/color] The girl grumbled as she skidded backward as the kick sent her back. [color=D09772]“…damn it.”[/color]

The older man made a few remarks, calling them brats but commending them for their skill at the same time. She wasn’t sure how to take it. Her weapons were temporarily scattered; the first one had been in Auron’s hands for a minute when he kicked her square in the stomach while the other one tumbled to the ground in the scrap heap as her hand pressed against her stomach. She was certain when the older man got knocked back he had dropped her weapon. His strength was clear, not that it surprised her. He was older, more experienced, and had pretty much any advantage on her and the rest of the freshmen huntsman. 

Her brows remained narrowed as she removed her hand from her gut and moved forward to where one of her swords had landed and slammed her foot on the flat blade causing it to twirl into the air before she snatched it with her right hand. She looked at Auron carefully, though she wasn’t quite so sure he was done toying with them. If there’s anything she knew was that she needed to be always on her guard. The fight could very well continue. The jeers from the crowd that had formed whiffed over her like background noise as she focused on the task at hand.

[color=D09772]“Not bad for an [i]old[/i] man.”[/color] She remarked as she tightened her grip on the weapon in her hand.










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