My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

We start circling each other.

Neither wanting to make the first move. “You have to succumb to her wrath sometime bro, might as well get it over with.

Dakota shouts over at us.

“Yeah, she’s been suppressing her anger at us all weekend, glad it’s you and not me.” Sam adds.

I’m not sure who they are trying to distract more, me or Oliver, but I have to tune them out and focus Oliver’s movements are more lithe today, like a panther stalking its prey.

He’s got something in mind and I can’t spare any of my attention to anyone else. Just as I had the thought, he strikes.

He lunges forward and I thought he was going to grab my waist, but he drops down and grabs one of my legs trying to sweep it backward, knocking me to my front.

I let the momentum take me and tuck my chin to roll forward, twisting slightly and planting my hands on the ground to throw a kick to his back before following through and jumping on his back, trying to get my arms around his thickneck.

He was too fast for me though, spinning to a crouching position and driving at my legs again.

This time knocking me to the ground, I kept one of my legs in between his and one around his waist to keep him from pinning my legs down.

I bucked my hips trying to use the force from our fall, cause once we stop moving he can use his large weight against me.

He was thinking the same thing and trying to force me flat on my back grabbing one of my arms and trying to hold it down, so I did what any rational girl would do, I nailed him in the junk, well the very high inner thigh, I not that mean.

grunts and slackens his

the distraction, I roll us over and get out from under him, but he recovers too quickly and gets up before I can grab him or throw

both continue to move around each other

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hook to his cheek close to

having as much trouble

up in this fight, 11m losing track

longer than the rest of our friends’ matches, but Pm

Nickloas must actually want to see

Oliver is behind

around my

to find an opening in his arm to pull myself

to wriggle my hand up between my neck and his arm as I’m starting to see spots and pull back under his armpit, we are both so sweaty I slip out from

me and effectively pinning his arm behind his

Warrior Nickolas stops us.

a really well matched spar, but we have an odd

up for a back to back

panting and rolled my shoulders and my neck, at one point Oliver had got

lucky he