Becca vs. Xavier

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Studying the newbies, as they were finally bathed and shaven, both of them were in their mid-twenties. One was blond and blue-eyed, whose name is Xavier, who I wanted to hit in the head so bad, but I held my tongue and balled up my fist, to keep my irritation hidden, however, I wasn't doing so well.

The other was a brunette with brown eyes and dark skin, whose name is Jordan. This man was actually polite, yet I couldn't say a word to him. Both of them had questionable auras, and while I haven't spoken a word, I've distanced myself from them.

Now, I was sitting at the table, in front of Xavier, that not even an hour ago, I threw two blades at him. He asked for it, though. Saying 'that women should know their place, and listen to the men.' I didn't bother to hide the fact I was annoyed at this man, occasionally I would reach for my dagger on my left thigh.