The room was silent, the only noise the clink of metal as chain gloves were pulled off fleshy fingers, twenty pairs of eyes trained on the stretching figure before them.
"Alrighty then, boys!"
The female figure jumped up from her split possiton, making a few of the boys wince at the prospect, clapping her dirt covered hands dusting its floor markings and remaining pieces of ground off her palms, motioning them all to form in a line.
James watched from a distance, rubbing Lupus' furry tummy as his eyes glinted in ammusement, Johnny dancing up and down besides him, the one beast, one immortal black goopiness, and one human pairs of eyes watching the training session unfold into aching pieces before them.
"First, before we can start you all with hurting each other with punches and kicks and giving one another broken bones and enough bruises to last a life time, I have to teach you pansies how to fall! As you trip eachother, and I want these trips to be hard, you want to fall on your right side, slamming your hand down in effect," Ziva continued, slamming her own self in the ground as an example, getting up without a problem, her hands dusting dirt off her tan trousers, "So listen up you spineless shrimps! You will have bruises after this so do it properly! The more you fall on your right, or left depending which hand you write with, the less spread out they will be. So make sure you pay attention! And that include you, Mr. Slimy Scalped," ignoring the snickers directed at the now glaring bleach blond, greasy haired boy, ice frozen eyes meeting thunder storm Ziva went on in her prep talk as the group spread out to collect the partners she picked for them, "And remember, keep your heads up and teeth clenched, ladies! I will not tollerate any broken bones and/or teeth in my class, do you understand me? You will work through them if any of you make a mistake! Now move it, maggots! I don't have all day!"
Immediately the sound of bodies hitting the floor and groans of the pages around said general-like Shang, possibly because Ziva paired them up with other teens that hated them, but it could be anything, right? Either way, about two hours or something late (Ziva couldn't tell seeing as how she didn't exactly read sun), the dinner bell rang, all the pages clamoring up the hill to get away from the monster. But when they had only just stepped a foot away, two hands landed themselves on a pair of pages' shoulders, "Now where are you all off to?"
A coruse of silence greeted her as Ziva shrugged, continueing, "Anways, I just wanted to say I'll see you same place and time. Work on your falls now, and ice yourselves tonight. We'll be doing all of that and more drills tomorrow." And with that Ziva released their shoulders, throwing back her head and laughing at the seen the pages created; twenty pair of feet racing themselves up towards the showers, tripping and stumbling along the way.
Still cracking up at the odd site, Ziva barely heard James as he walked on by with a calm Lupus and a hyper darklying, "You might want to hurry along also. You still have to shower and dinner starts in ten minutes. That and you have a squire class and a private lesson after this."
A crooked grin, similar to the one Ziva had been wearing moments before, spread mischevously as Ziva's final words reached his ears, "... HOLY CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And off she sped, up the hill and towards the women showers, groaning at how late she was going to be.