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Omake 2: Breaking a Sweat

Beta-Reader: Ant0nius

Vixy had a plan.

A plan that would exalt her strengths in the efforts of gaining the attention of the one guy she really wanted to date and have a more serious relationship with. Her hopes were high, her determination was solid, but she was slowly coming to regret having gone through with the preparations necessary to make the current situation to happen.

The idea had started from a discussion she had with Tiggs. Her close friend had brought up how Frankie had some knowledge in boxing, having practiced it for a while a couple of years ago. While this information may have deterred many girls that didn't have an interest in sports, the Fox Prime saw this as a golden opportunity to strike a bond out of fighting.

The young man was absolutely happy to give it a shot and see how strong he would be against a tough opponent after so long, mentioning how recent events had pushed him to resume training. That detail had taken her by surprise, but it didn't stop the Vixy from seeing where this route would take her.

Thinking back at what had started this situation, she couldn't help but groan at how simplistic she had tried to make things. Sure, they were both experienced, with only a few differences regarding their respective styles and upbringings.

But where Vixy could flaunt her might thanks to the vicious training her mother had put her through, the human had his father to thank for giving him the push needed to train his unique style. While it was still deeply tied to the boxing rules right now, the young woman expected it to be developed into something greater by the time they started picking up with these sessions.

Wearing a half-sleeved tight gray shirt and a pair of short black pants, the girl almost lost her focus the moment Frankie, wearing a sleeveless blue shirt and a pair of dark-gray pants, entered the small ring they had taken for themselves. Jokingly (and not), she couldn't but find his visible abs particularly distracting when it came to staring straight at him.

She doubted he was doing this on purpose, but it would be dishonest to not appreciate the scenery she was blessed with that lovely piece of- Nope. Mind out of the guts, gal.

It should have been easy to win against him. All odds were stacked in her favor. And yet… the illusion broke.

Sure, it would be a lie to say that a Knight-level warrior should ever fear being beaten by a mediocre boxer. But the real problem here, the one that the girl had tried to ignore out of scorn towards the Fire Crest more than anything else, was that she was far weaker than she was a few months ago.

Homework, disinterest in keeping up a fighting schedule to hone her combat skills, and other things had kept her busy. Vixy knew that she had become rusty, but she didn't know how bad it was until the sparring session began.

The early rush from the human should have been easy to predict and counter. She had faced much worse in the past... and yet she was caught by surprise when her feet almost failed to react in time and move out of his way. The sloppy movement wasn't just limited at that first issue. Soon enough, the girl realized that her posture and stance were way too loose for those to allow her maximum reaction time.

There was no discipline, no remembrance of what had been the ferocious pacing that she had been accustomed too when she was a teen. Her mother didn't spare herself when it came to that, especially if it was to 'get her ready to handle the heat'. It was an ironic wordplay that had her dryly glare at the Fire Crest, only for the moral high ground to be smashed the very moment she was overwhelmed by the older Fox Prime. But that wasn't important in the present. Since the present wasn't as horrible as her mind was trying to make it appear.

Getting punched wasn't a novelty to be happy about, but Vixy knew Frankie wasn't going to shun her for being sloppy. In fact, she could tell that he was having trouble as well when it came to sudden retaliations on her part. She had punches and kicks to dispense, while he was limited to just his fists.

It was a frustrating handicap that pretty much offered her the chance to win this quite easily, yet… for some reason, she could tell this was far more difficult than just that. The young woman still struggled a lot despite the initial advantage, and she blamed her lack of preparation when it came to fighting. For a brief moment, she felt slightly blessed.

She imagined how horrible it could have been if she had disregarded training and… ended up facing some trouble. Maybe Tiggs would have been around for a reason or another when that unpleasant situation unfolded, and, while the girl was a tough nut to crack, the Tiger Prime wasn't much of a professional fighter. Frustration piled up and grew to a point where it was difficult to get some proper coordination working.

Vixy tried to fight back, but much to her discomfort, she was too unfocused. And Frankie noticed that really quickly. Before she knew it, a clean towel landed on her head, covering her sight and ultimately bringing her out of her infuriating thoughts. Pulling the clean cloth aside, her eyes narrowed on the human.

"Let's take a break," The young man muttered curtly. He didn't offer a greater explanation, leaving the reasoning behind that forced request up for her to think about. Did he do it because he knew she wasn't up for the task?

"I-I can go for more."

"I'm… kind of tired," He rebuffed. "It's been… an hour now. I don't think I can go beyond that with how well you were doing."

An hour? That was quite long for their first sparring session. Vixy was actually surprised that it had taken so long for the pause to be called. Still, that development offered her a quick one at him.

She smiled teasingly. "So, you admit defeat?"

"I mean, you are running on adrenaline right now, and I bet you will fall face first the moment you're out of it," He lamented. "But sure, if it strokes your ego nicely."

"Of course it does," Vixy mirthfully accepted. "I'm a strong woman with great ambitions."

The sarcasm was easy to perceive and soon the two were chuckling at each other. Some friendly banter was just what she needed to clean up her thoughts from any ill memories about her time training under her mother.

There was some silence at first and… for a moment the Fox Prime thought she didn't have anything to come back with. The young man was distracted as he reapplied some new bandages he had over his knuckles, keeping quiet during the process. Once he was done, the guy looked at her curiously and spoke up again.

"Do you… want to learn how to box?"

The offer might have come out of nowhere, but considering how much energy she felt the need to burn. Nodding, the girl followed the instructions offered, beginning to practice a version of shadowboxing that was different than the one she was accustomed to.

No kicks, no major actions other than throwing punches in a precise way. It all felt so mechanic, lifeless or… limiting. It was really incredible how that actually managed to work.

It was a single explanation from Frankie that got her interested even more in this different combat style. Where her fighting style worked around the need to keep herself moving and impose control over her opponent, the human's mindset was less aggressive. There was still a ruthless inkling to it, but it was restrained only to the moment it was best to strike. Waiting and patience.

Both elements were considered important when it came to fighting a tough opponent, and… Vixy wasn't good at both. Maybe it was because she got that from her mother, or maybe she just lost her capacity to handle these two by being around the Fire Crest.

The two circumstances still left her like this, in a training session that had her work her ass until she got a clear grasp over boxing. Frankie was moving beside her, copying or leading her into the proper handling of each exercise. It was a relieving activity that efficiently had her burn out her energies without her having to smack someone unconscious.

Vixy wasn't unsure if this aftermath still counted as a brilliant success in terms of romantic commitment, but it sure was when it came to anything beyond that. In fact, she managed to steal a quick hug out of the tired human, feeling his muscles through the slightly wet shirt, covered in sweat, and getting a quick sniff out of the current scent. She was no animal, but there was still an interesting element when it came to catching that kind of detail out of sparring partners she wanted to be more than friends with.

Which is why, when she went back to the dorm, she spent a while contemplating if she should have delayed showering before going to sleep or try to wake up earlier the next morning to keep his smell on her clothes, only to be half-kicked in the bathroom by an annoyed Tiggs that didn't want to have her stinking their room.

Truly a saddening, but amusing end to that effort.

AN

Comment/Post/Review if you have any suggestions for other omakes. I will check if those are doable and once in a while I will drop two Omakes at once.