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Boom! Pow! Bam! Her arms pumped viciously as she went on the offensive. Her opponent did a backwards double handspring away from her, but even while he was retreating, she charged him. Almost immediately after he came out of his second flip, she was there. With a huge jump to cover the last bit of distance between them, she ended with a surprising and powerful double kick to the face. He was out cold standing up. A cleric of the monastery quickly made his way from the edge of the ring and over to the unconscious man. While the cleric was coming, the defeated man started to teeter and fall at the same time the victorious woman walked past. She stopped abruptly, her quick reflexes catching him with her foot and lowering him safely to the ground in the blink of an eye. Younger monks, mostly males, looked on in awe and wanting, while the few girls gazed in admiration. She tossed her long, beautiful brown hair all to one side, and three of the men much closer to her age had to have their hanging jaws closed by someone next to them in the small crowd, for her pretty, deep hazel eyes only added to the mix of feminine beauty. She was Caitlyn, her friends called her Cait, and she was the best.
The steaming spring felt so good. She could sit there for hours, bathing and relaxing. Though more of the relaxing, for her bathing was finished and she now washed away her injuries in the bubbling water of the wonderful spring. Cait was living a great life. 17 years old, best fighter in the monastery, and beautiful to top it all off, she wondered. Why don't I feel happy? Why aren't I satisfied with the existence that others would sacrifice so much for? Cait just couldn't understand. She finished up and dried herself with one of the many towels available in the room. She dressed in a short, dark blue skirt that was tight enough to accentuate her slim, curving features, but long enough not to invite the conclusion that she was trying to attract attention. She wore a light blue, almost cerulean vest that covered up to her arms in front, but only about half of her back. It was laced in the back with three slim ties. She liked it because while it didn't show anything off, her arms were completely unrestrained. Cait combed her long locks of hair all to one side and down in front of her shoulder to the point where it reached her chest. Cait smiled, proud of herself, and almost glided down to the hall where the monastery's inhabitants took their meals. After grace was said, a prayer offered to , they began to eat. Caitlyn enjoyed the food, and she couldn't help but overhear a couple of younger girls wishing to be like her, or the three men whose jaws had dropped earlier and who now kept sneaking looks in her direction when they thought she wasn't looking. She simply smiled to herself and threw a wink at one of the boys in yet another group, though none of them were older than 14. He gasped and turned back to his friends, talked quietly with wild hand gestures for a few seconds, and then the rest of the group gasped while one of the boys must have said something, for it was followed by a burst of laughter after which the original boy blushed very deeply.