Sparring w/the American [Closed]
❝ You’re going easy ❞
Natalia knew the soldier’s strength by
now and while his moves constantly
changed to keep the young Russian
guessing she knew he was much
stronger then he was putting out. He’d
been going easy, it was something she
would not stand for.
Digits curled into the palm of her hands
her person shifted slightly. Bouncing on
her knees anticipating the man’s next strike.
When ever it came she’d be ready for it.