01-27-2016, 10:05 PM
The impact of Zabajin’s fist against Orihime’s soft cheek sent her back ten feet into the dirt with a hard thump. Her breathing was ragged and sharp, and blood fell from the corner of her mouth as dirt was kicked into the air from the impact. They had been at this for hours now, non-stop, and evidence of bruises and scrapes now covered her body. Zabajin had been training with her since the day the monsters came. Many in the village were grateful for her heroics while some thought she could have done more to protect them. The chief warned that they had little time to get ready for the next assault.
“Give up?” The warrior questioned her as he sent a sharp, painful kick to her side.
Wincing, she responded “No!”, her body aching, she slowly rose to her feet. She felt the impact of the punch start to swell up her face and the throbbing was becoming unbearable. Orihime judges the next attack from Zabajin, correctly countering his blow to her left side. She loved the way he smiled at her while their body danced with each other in a vicious frenzy. It was obvious that the troll was having a grand time with the training. Orihime was grateful for growing up with Tatski, who was a martial arts champion. Zabajin was surprised that she could keep up with him and told her that most of his top warriors couldn't spare with him for very long. Lost in her thoughts, she was able to block a crippling back kick to the back of her skull, sending her once again to the ground.
“Heal yourself.” The chief commanded the doe-eyed girl, wiping sweat from his brow.
Having difficulty catching her breath she breathed “No.” Making an assault with a frenzy of punches that Zabajin deflected with ease. She was getting stronger every day and their training was a regular spectacle that the other trolls what watch with amusement. Zabajin found so much potential in her that he would spend the majority of his day sparring with the young girl. Was it possible that Orihime’s willingness to learn and get her ass kicked was starting to blossom a friendship between the two unlikely characters? She saw a punch coming and defending herself but was unable to avoid the next kick to her stomach.
“Back on the ground again,” she thought to herself as she lay there in the familiar patch of cave dirt. Expecting to be kicked, she was taken off guard when Zabajin lowered himself to meet her eyes instead.
“Can you protect my people from the ground?”
The words echoed in her head, finding the strength inside her she once again rose to her feet. However, she was reaching her limit before she would need to heal. Again they went at it, Orihime charged and blocked while Zabajin avoided all impact like a snake. It was too late for Orihime when the chief’s fist made an imprint right in between her big, brown eyes.
Everything became black and she felt her body begin to leave this place. Was she falling?
“Give up?” The warrior questioned her as he sent a sharp, painful kick to her side.
Wincing, she responded “No!”, her body aching, she slowly rose to her feet. She felt the impact of the punch start to swell up her face and the throbbing was becoming unbearable. Orihime judges the next attack from Zabajin, correctly countering his blow to her left side. She loved the way he smiled at her while their body danced with each other in a vicious frenzy. It was obvious that the troll was having a grand time with the training. Orihime was grateful for growing up with Tatski, who was a martial arts champion. Zabajin was surprised that she could keep up with him and told her that most of his top warriors couldn't spare with him for very long. Lost in her thoughts, she was able to block a crippling back kick to the back of her skull, sending her once again to the ground.
“Heal yourself.” The chief commanded the doe-eyed girl, wiping sweat from his brow.
Having difficulty catching her breath she breathed “No.” Making an assault with a frenzy of punches that Zabajin deflected with ease. She was getting stronger every day and their training was a regular spectacle that the other trolls what watch with amusement. Zabajin found so much potential in her that he would spend the majority of his day sparring with the young girl. Was it possible that Orihime’s willingness to learn and get her ass kicked was starting to blossom a friendship between the two unlikely characters? She saw a punch coming and defending herself but was unable to avoid the next kick to her stomach.
“Back on the ground again,” she thought to herself as she lay there in the familiar patch of cave dirt. Expecting to be kicked, she was taken off guard when Zabajin lowered himself to meet her eyes instead.
“Can you protect my people from the ground?”
The words echoed in her head, finding the strength inside her she once again rose to her feet. However, she was reaching her limit before she would need to heal. Again they went at it, Orihime charged and blocked while Zabajin avoided all impact like a snake. It was too late for Orihime when the chief’s fist made an imprint right in between her big, brown eyes.
Everything became black and she felt her body begin to leave this place. Was she falling?
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