the moment they put their rough, callused hands on me, i mentally prepared myself for another round of practice. they bound my body, starting with my hands, the ropes grinding into my skin. i splayed out my hands and puffed out my chest. the hands covered my eyes with a loose blindfold that only limited my ability to see shapes and dimensions. they gagged me, but i blew some air into my cheeks to give me more room. they tied me to a chair and the people binding me walked out of what appeared to be a doorway. a tall figure stepped through the door and i counted the seconds before they were 3 feet in front of me. 5,4,3,2,1... i swung my body forward, the chair in tow. i heard bits of it crumble and so i thrust my body into theirs again. they grunted with the impact. the chair broke apart and i easily ripped the flimsy bonds apart after carefully unravelling the ropes. i tore off the gag and blindfold before unsheathing a short dagger at my opponent's throat. he tensed before getting a good look at my face. "oh its just a girl," he said before laughing heartily. "no need to worry." he was right. he didnt need to worry....because hes dead now.