{Elira}
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"Get up," Zenon repeated in his usual cold stone voice.
I groaned and flopped onto my back. "No. I live here now. On this mat. Forever."
Lennon chuckled from wherever he was. "Oh, I love this. She has already surrendered to the floor."
I wished I could give him a piercing gaze, but I was in no position to do that with this big bad guy over here.
Zenon didn't laugh at Lennon's remarks; instead, he simply leaned down, caught my wrist, and pulled me upright in one swift motion.
I stumbled into him and caught my breath before he gently nudged me back into position.
"Again," he ordered.
"Again?" I squeaked. "I already lost ten times!"
"Eleven," he corrected.
My jaw dropped. "You were counting?"
"Focus." He ordered with a frown on his face as he shifted his stance.
I muttered something unflattering under my breath and raised my guard, though it was half-hearted at best.
The moment I did, he lunged at me.
