Synn noticed that the unknown male went over to the punching bag and began to pommel the thing. The way he moved was incredible. She began to realize he was very skilled and he had to have been a brother, but was the one that resided in the compound or was he just staying for a while and then leaving? His back rippled as every muscle moved. His arms were corded with veins as they made contact with the red bag. The male’s feet moved fluidly around the bag. He carried out his reps and Synn noticed his breath remained steady and even. He definitely was a warrior. He moved like he killed for a living. The sounds of his hits to the bag were like music to her.
“Synnister!” Phury yelled so loud that it snapped her and the other males back into focus. He moved slowly towards her and stopped, “Perhaps you’d like to focus more after you’ve ran twenty laps.” It was not a request. With a nod in agreement Synn took off and began to run her laps. She forgot that the track went right by where the male was severely working out his aggressions. When she passed on the fifteenth rotation she noticed that he almost let the bag take him out when he stopped and watched her. She smiled and kept running.
“You sure you need to be here?” Vishous walked over to Rhage as he stopped and watched the trainee past him for the fifteenth time. Every time she passed her scent became more and more intense, which in turn made his frustration heighten and his hand push further into the bag.
"I’m fine.” Rhage started back on the bag. He just had to be in the same room with her and this would do. He loved her scent and her body. He had even made a comment to Z about how lovely her ass was in those sweats. Dear, what was he thinking? He did need to leave but there was something hindering his feet from following his brain’s orders to get the hell out of there. “I just want to see what they got.”
After she finished the female joined the others around Phury. He was giving them their instructions on sparring. Rhage stood so he could watch her and play out his urge on the bag. He noticed that she was paired with a large male. He was the largest male there but still he had a long way to go before he had the frame of a brother. His reddish brown hair was frazzled and he gave his buddy a smirk and motioned his head towards the female.
“Don’t.” Vishous said firmly. “If she’s to fight she has to take on male strength.” Which made sense but Rhage didn’t like it. What the fuck was his problem? He’d never cared about any of the other females that had came through this gym. Why was she so important all of a sudden?
Rhage nodded and went back to the bag.
Synn positioned herself like her father had shown her. It was new from the earlier times she’d sparred. Her right leg was firmly placed back and her left, forward with her knee slightly bent. She pushed her right arm forward and her left out to the side of her. Anthony laughed and did his same old semi-affective stance. Synn had already found the weakness within it the last time he used it on Jamison, another trainee. Synn huffed and smiled.
“You are so sure of—“
Synn waited for nothing. She learned from her father that enemies don’t wait for you to talk or be ready to strike. They strike! And Synn got him right in the gut. Anthony keeled over and Synn’s knee made contact with his face. Once he fell back she pounced and started throwing blows to his mid-section. Synn suddenly felt the left side of her face go fire hot and her body went over, falling on her right side. Anthony grabbed her left leg and arm and picked her up, tossing her across the mat. Synn heard the cheers and murmurs from the others. She wasn’t sure but she could have sworn she heard a few cheering for her. The hit to the back of her head made her see a series of stars with small blotches within her vision. She could smell Anthony’s lust to humiliate her. But not today, Synn told herself. He waited for her to get up. And rushed her only to meet her foot to his nose, again. Blood flowed from his face and the trainee Horace hurried over with a towel. Only for Anthony to push him away and grunt.
“This has only begun, female.” He spat. Narrowing his gray eyed stare and furrowing his red eyebrows Synn saw him for what he was. The enemy. Her father’s voice began to run back in her head. Every move he’d taught her she played it out. Anthony rushed again for an attack. His shoulder hit her stomach and she lost a bit of her air. Clinging to what she did have she met his strength. Holding him so that he could not further advance on her she felt her legs trying to give way.
"HOLD!” Phury yelled and it echoed around the large room. Synn and Anthony still held each other waiting for the other to release the other. When he got to the two he waited but they only stood there. “LET. GO” He said loudly and firmly.
Both Synn and Anthony instantly released the other and stood at attention. Synn knew that she had beaten him, but just like the other times they’d find something to criticize her about. Something petty, but she did as she always did, she smiled on the inside. Gave praise to herself when the others would not. Phury paced in front of them and then casted a smile at Synn stopping in front of her. “You did well female. You did very well.” With that compliment Phury glanced over at Anthony and nodded then walked off.
Anthony groaned.
“Come on Phury!” The blonde male yelled from the bag smiling. “You know he gave that to her.” He laughed louder and then tapped the brother they called Vishous on the arm. Vishous did not laugh nor did he look in Synn’s direction. The blonde continued to laugh and it made Synn’s blood boil. She was more pissed at him thinking Phury gave her the bout than Anthony thinking she was weak. She did not need to be given anything. She was just as good as them and in this day she was better than this male.
“RHAGE!” Phury yelled but Synn was already on route towards the male. She had so many things she wanted to say but all she could let out was.
“You’d do well to put that aggression you had earlier to good use on a few freakin lessers…warrior.” Synn said it with so much anger and disdain. Then she turned back and walked back towards the other trainees, but not before he could have the last word.
“Why don’t you quit while you’re ahead cause you won’t last. Female.” Then his smile faded and he stalked out of the gym. Vishous did laugh at that, but he wondered why his brother was so into putting her down and why he felt the sting when she said what she said. He knew that that would not be the last time he’d speak to her. This was going to be trouble he felt it. He even saw it. Not all of it be he saw enough.
