A fairly short chapter, but I hope it's appreciated anyway. I feel as though I needed to add this in, I don't know why. I'm currently thinking of ideas of where to go off from here, which isn't going to well from my writer's block.

Anyway, thanks for reading!

His lips curved up into a murderous smirk, his eyes looking through me. He had landed a hit on my stomach, and had expected me to stumble back; I used the distraction to my advantage, attacking him swiftly. My hand moved towards his jaw with bone-breaking strength as he leaned his head back to dodge it, I let my knee slam into his stomach. Now that we were even again, I let myself spit on the floor in front of him in a daring move of disgust. The fury that burned in his eyes at that moment was remarkable, amusing to me more than anything. I ignored the gasps of his team and flung myself against him once again, and soon we were engaged in a battle of strength and wits. As good as he was claimed to be, he had kept mostly the same fighting techniques from younger years. I however, had learned more and trained harder than my body could handle over the years. As pain seemed to be the only remedy for my burning regret and hatred. Despite this, I hadn't managed to pin him down once; I had come close, but not close enough. I decided to toy with him, using a trick I had learnt over the years. I lowered my defences a small amount, enough for him to get me pinned on the ground.

"As weak as ever," he whispered, loud enough for only me to hear. He made the wrong choice at that moment, as I found the strength to move my leg from under him. Using my flexibility, I kicked him off me with my foot, hitting him square in the chest and sending him flying back. The heat in my leg began to die down, and I took the moment of opportunity to get on top off him, my hold never wavering. I used whatever strength my body had to keep him pinned on the ground.

"Never let your guard down," I spat at him, knowing he knew what I was referring to. He didn't struggle or try to free himself from my hold, but instead took the moment to smirk at me with whatever rage he could find for me. The smirk screamed condescendence and and scorn. And I guessed that if he were to say something, it would go along the lines of worthless and superior.

I got off him, meeting his face with my own brand of disdainful aura. When I glanced around me, I was faced with a mouth-opened squad. Petra began to speak, but quickly ran out of breath and couldn't speak, leaving herself to look like a total idiot. Levi had already gotten up, and had started to walk back to his office. He's probably going to wash his goddam clothes. It was honestly what he was probably going to do when he got back.

"Well I think it's fair to say that that was fucking unexpected," Eld inquired, unlike the rest of them, he seemed more impressed than anything. Whereas when I allowed a look back to Petra, it looked as though her entire body had shut down. Frozen to the point that I could barely see her breathing. He's seen like a god around here.