Jealousy, Pt 2
Sergeant Elyn helped Eva up from the mat, who was still a bit unsteady on her feet. A part of her felt a little guilty at having to knock her down a notch.
But her worries subsided when she saw Eva's grin.
"Thanks, sergeant," she said. "I learned quite a lot these past few seconds."
Her throat was still sore from Elyn's strike, so her words came out a little strained. But her tone was filled with eagerness.
"Yeah?" said Elyn. "Like what?"
Eva straightened up, and rubbed her bruises a little.
"Don't fuck around in a fight."
Elyn laughed heartily, and nodded. That was her number-one rule in any conflict. Don't mess around. Find the path to victory and take it as fast as you can.
Velocity, not power, was the key.
If Elyn had instead toyed with Eva, she would have given her plenty of time to figure out how to beat her. Instead, she tested her opponent, then decisively went in for the kill.
"Also," Eva continued, "let me spar them."