(A/N): Hey Guys! So, I'm sorry I haven't updated in a few days. I've just been really tired lately, the days have been flying by. I'm making excuses, and I shouldn't, so here's the chapter.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Leo, Elaine, Mia, Shari, Nicholai, Quiggly and Brooke.

Leo

First day of summer holidays, and I was straight into training again.

"Ugh." I groaned, wiping the sweat from my brow with the edge of my sleeve.

"The less you complain, the faster you'll get it done." Shari called from where she stood stationery on the sidelines. Shari was training me today, because it was one of her specialties.

See, if dad and Shari had something they were better at than the other, that person taught it to me, and vice versa. The only problem is...I wasn't really good at any of these things.

"The more you annoy me, the faster you'll die." I muttered, and she frowned, showing she had heard me. Yeah, you can't really hide anything from a vampire.

"Just get back up on the bars, Leo!" She yelled, something entirely unnecessary, considering I would have heard her whisper it from across the yard, not to mention a dozen feet away.

"Fine, fine." I muttered, throwing myself at the bars again. See...Shari's specialty was...flexibility, I guess you could say. Or, gymnastics pretty much. After all, you really weren't a vampire if you couldn't flip yourself over three times in the air...right?

About three minutes later, and my hand slipped during one of the up spins. Just like it had done the last time, and the time before that, and the time before that. Except, this time, I managed to catch myself just in time, finishing off the manoeuvre before letting go of the bar as I reached the bottom, just dropping to the ground maybe a foot below my feet.

"Leo, get back up." I glared at her, and flopped onto the grass.

"We've been training since dawn, Shari, and let's face it: I'm shit at this." I growled, and her gaze softened slightly.

"Leo, if you don't-!" She tried one more time, but I sunk even further, moving so I was lying on my back in the middle of the lawn.

"I'm not getting up Shars, it's a fact of life. I will never stand again!" I yelled to the sky, and I saw her roll her eyes from the corner of mine.

"Oh, don't be so melodramatic!" I raised an eyebrow at her as I basked in the glow of the afternoon sun.

"I'm being melodramatic? Fine, let's fight." It was her turn to raise an eyebrow now. "I still need to train don't I? Might as well be doing something I'm good at." I explained, climbing to my feet, hands pressed into my thighs, feet braced on the ground but ready to move at a seconds notice.

"Fine." She agreed, after she had stared at me for a minute or two, and took a ready stance maybe ten feet from me.

I watched her every move, every single detail. Every twitch of a muscle, noticing her eyes doing the same to me.

"Let's get this over with quickly then." She stated, and charged, full speed at me.

Time slowed down, and everything sharpened. Shari was still barrelling towards, almost too quick even when things were slower, and I quickly searched for an escape route. The bars!

Without glancing up, I knew exactly how high up they were, seeing as how I had just thrown myself around them for the past few hours. And I knew exactly how long it would take me to move.

Just as Shari reached that crucial point, she smirked, and I knew she thought she had me. But she didn't.

I leapt into the air, my hand wrapping around the slender pole, knees lifting until they were almost flat against my torso, and I coiled in on myself, pulling with my arms until my body pointed straight out from the bar. Extending my legs slowly, I pushed them upwards even further, the rest of my body continuing to turn until, for a second, I was completely upside down.

Gravity started to kick in, but what did gravity mean to someone as strong as me? Besides, in this instance, gravity was on my side. I continued to push my legs forward, and completed the full arc as my feet made contact with the bar.

I released the bar with my hands, standing straight and tall, perfectly balanced on the normally too-thin bar.

Below me, Shari was still staring straight ahead, and was standing exactly where I had been. She looked up, noticing the only escape path available, and her eyes widened slightly before a grin graced her already beautiful features.

"And you said you weren't good at this." I shrugged, smiling as well, and her expression changed slightly, she launched herself upwards, her arm reaching out to grab my foot, but I was already gone.

I had jumped from the bar, manoeuvring myself in the air so my fingers were straight out, above my head like I was about to dive into a pool. My back was slightly arched, and as my fingers hit the ground, the force of my fall was dispersed through my body as then my knuckles hit, the back of my hands, my forearms, upper arms and head, my shoulder and upper back, lower back, my rump, and then I used the remaining momentum to fling myself to my feet.

Spinning on my heel, I faced Shari, and she smiled.

"So you do listen. I was starting to think you just pretended to know what you were doing." I smirked slightly, shrugging again.

"Enough banter. You're right, it's better if we get this over with quickly." This time, I attacked.

I went for the obvious attack, aiming to punch her straight in the face. Now, now, I know what you're thinking, 'Leo, you can't hit a woman!', but think about it for a second here, she's trying to do just the same.

Of course, I knew she'd block it, so I prepared a second front, a hard kick to the knee. As my fisted hand flew towards her face, and my leg started to move, Shari lifted her arm, bent upwards at a ninety degree angle, and blocked the punch but simply smacking it out of the way.

Of course, my foot was still flying, and what with how she adjusted her stance, like I knew she would, it would be even more effective now.

Her leg was slightly bent, pushed forward slightly as she had moved to block my punch, and as the sole of my foot made contact with her knee cap, she realised her mistake. She stumbled backwards, not seriously hurt, and glared at me.

"You know, you're a lot more observant than you let on." I winked at her, and she smiled. A genuine smile, and it unnerved me.

Of course, she took this opportunity to punch me in the face while grabbing my left hand, moving her other hand, the one that had made contact with my face, onto my shoulder to spin me around. She kicked me in the back of the legs, mainly for irony I suppose, but she forced me onto my knees and then pinned me to the ground on my stomach, arm twisted up behind my back.

"Do you submit?" She asked sweetly, but I could almost hear the smirk she wore.

"Never." I muttered, even though it would just earn me more punishment. She pushed my arm up even further, on the verge of dislocating it, and an idea hit me.

"Do you submit?" I pushed my other hand across my lower back, grabbing her other side, and she barely had time to look down before I had pushed her off of me, forcing her to release my arm at the same time.

"You are good." She complimented, rubbing her knee absentmindedly. "Very creative, resourceful. However, that move won't work in real battle." I nodded, I already knew how. She looked vaguely surprised. "How?"

"Someone who wanted to kill me wouldn't be very against breaking or dislocating my arm, like you are." I stated, in a military-like voice, and she nodded, a small smirk creeping onto her face.

"Correct. But who said I was against breaking your arm?"

(A/N): So, what did you think?

Yeah, most of this chapter is demonstrative, but I hope you liked the rest of it.

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