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Prompt #4 - Relax
The blood dripped from my wrist to the floor as I aimed towards the granite rock again and let the sparking electric fire shoot towards it until I was gritting my teeth against the searing agony in my arm. I gave a cry as it died out and rubbed the muscle, ducking my head in an effort to hide the tears. It was stupid; I'd hurt myself way worse just training with Morgead. I glared at the rock, which only had a metre-wide gash in it.
And jumped when arms encircled my waist from behind. I scolded myself mentally at being too distracted. Morgead shouldn't be able to sneak up on me like that. So I pulled away from him and dropped forward into a hunting crouch, my lips pulling back from my teeth. His eyes sparked in amusement as he tackled me, almost pulling me to the ground. I managed to slip out of his arms and tripped him so he fell to the ground as I half-lay on him, rubbing my arm.
"You know it'll just get worse if you don't relax, Jez," he said, sitting up and pulling me closer.
"But I can't afford to relax," I muttered, standing up. Well, trying to, because Morgead locked his arms around my waist so I couldn't get up. "Morgead..." I whined, but he silenced me with a kiss.
"You're going to drop training tonight," he started, putting a finger to my lips as I started to protest. "You're going to relax, and we aren't going to think about the apocalypse once. Got it?"
He noticed when I started to smile and kissed me again. Maybe all I needed was to relax for a bit before the final battle.