No Room To Be Scared (JackLex)

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Gala Thomas
Age Thirteen
District Two

What was the point of school? It wasn't as if the Capitol truly cared if their district citizens held knowledge, if anything they want to prevent it. But still Gala was forced into going by her bossy older sisters, plus her twin loves it there. Especially now that Gwen had friends. Before she her learned her classmates were only her friend for her intelligence. Now she was friends with the younger career girls, and they're just as annoying as the older ones in Gala's eyes. But she had been training too much with Matthew. Though not lately.

After the fight embarrassment filled the little girl, just because she was now a career. Being rescued was not a way to proof herself, especially in Matthew's eyes. She could tell by his hesitation to even step in and help. If Kyanite wasn't there, would he of done anything even? Anger over his pause didn't even compare to how bad she felt. Weak. So showing up to training with Matthew is avoided, she even only uses the gym at the school. Being a big career district it nearly held all of the same things; After all they all shared the same schools.

Lunch time was the worst, because everyone comes together in a large cafeteria. Usually Gala would wander around, or hang out with her twin. Now she was fearful of which older careers went to her school, and her sister was busy with her new social life. So lately Gala's been outside on the obstacle course, avoiding everyone. It was very nice being alone though, with no noises to freak her out. After the kick to the stomach her appetites became low lately anyways. An apple, then training till the bell forces her go back to class has become her new routine.

There was no turning back from the pregames, she was embarrassed enough. A controlled game was exactly what she needed to finally proof herself, not five guys double her size. So practicing was very important, as it probably was for everyone. Everyday the pain subsided a bit as if she was working it out of her. Certainly it wasn't the best way to heal, but it was the best distraction.

Gala starts off with the monkey bar, swinging with only one hand as her right was crushed by a boot. At least she was left handed, and the wounded shoulder was much better then the rest of her newly formed wounds. Every swing for a long jump from one bar to the next brings a bad sting, but nothing she couldn't work through. Just as she's preparing for another jump the sound of simple footsteps startles her and brings her falling the ten feet.

"Damnit." Gala mutters after landing on her ass and feet. She rubs her tailbone in hopes to ease the pain, but instead it brings out all of her soreness. Quickly she remembers the cause of her fault and jumps to her feet. Fifteen seconds and she's sitting on top of the ten foot monkey bars, awaiting to see if the noise was a thread or not.

[Jack Lexington]

Two days an no sign of Gala. The air that surrounds me is cold enough for me to see mz breath while I sit on a bench at the training center and wait for her. At least there are none of the careers around who we fought the other day because I'm sure they'd be thrilled to catch me alone and give me a little pay back. Then again one would hope they'd learned their lesson.

I lower my gaze to the tape I have used to tape my ring finger to my middle one because my finger swole to twice the fight and turned blue and green. Easiest fix for a most likely broken finger. I just hope it'll heal straight because I really need that hand. Be it for fights or something more dilligent...like manufacturing things during my days job. Right now it seems absolutely useless because Kyanites knife has done enough damage to my arm to affect motion and feeling in my hand and now this. I'm almost sure that I can count myself out of the pregames.

My gaze darkens at the thoughts. So I cast a glance at the large clock up on the outside wall of the gym and frown. "Gala, where are you?" She should have been here 20 minutes ago.

Fifteen minutes later I stand with my hands in my pockets in front of the place I was very glad to turn my back on. The local high school.
To walk up to those large doors again and pass through the gate gives me a strange feeling but at least there aren't many people around.

After a long search and all sorts of 'calm down' exercises I spot Gala exercising on some monkey bars.
There she was. Like nothing was wrong, like she wasn't even supposed to meet me.
"You got a problem with your watch." I scold her from a distance just to come closer and greet her.
"Gala, what's going on? You scared to come to the center now or what?" There's no use in sweet talking, asking her how she's been or why she is not coming. It's obvious.
In a calmer nicer tone I add. "You shouldn't let these assholes get to you. It's all part of being a career."
I reach out my hand to help her down, which she really doesn't need but I'm trying to be nice.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

The last person Gala was expecting to see comes into view from a distance; her trainer Matthew. She didn't think he'd want to train her anymore after the last encounter, but... "You got a problem with your watch." He asks rhetorically because the true meaning was that she was late for training. Maybe his words after the fight seemed encouraging; but still she figured after storming into the guy's locker he realized even more how annoying young Gala was. He hated girls already, and this one pulled him into a fight.

A shake of the head indicated her watch was not broken. She even brings up both of her wrists to show she didn't even own one. It was easy to balance on the bars without her hands, and it was nice to be taller then Matthew for the first time. "Gala, what's going on? You scared to come to the center now or what?" Matthew asks.

A little. But that wasn't why Gala didn't show up to her trainer for practice. Matthew's voice actually becomes somewhat kind as he adds; "You shouldn't let these assholes get to you. It's all part of being a career."He offers a helping hand for Gala to jump off the bars. Even at ten feet that was hardly a jump for her, there's been greater falls. Still she takes his hand just because she has a feeling it's his was of being nice. It is nice.

"That's not why I didn't show up to practice." Gala admits after landing on her feet. "I didn't think you wanted to train me anymore..." It was the truth, and she found no reason to lie to Matthew. Not after he jumped into the fight. She should of snuck her way into the training center, wait to see if Matthew was there before assuming. A thanks was needed after all.

"I've still been training here...as much as I can." Gala feels the need to share. Something to proof she wasn't a complete wimp and was still trying. "Thanks for stepping in the other day..." She had to say before Matthew decides to leave. "And I'm sorry if I disappointed you." A sigh follows, but even if Matthew left and decided training should of been over, she still got to say that. Maybe one day she'll be tough and strong just like Matthew & Kyanite.

[Jack Lexington]

The teenager takes my hand as if she actually needed it and jumps down so we’re on the same level.

"That's not why I didn't show up to practice." She admits to me. "I didn't think you wanted to train me anymore..."
That bit of truth actually surprise me. I didn’t think one bit that her reasoning could be about me. If anything she might be mad at me for not stepping in earlier like Kyanite was.
“Well, you’re wrong. In fact you need the training now more than ever and I finally have an idea what you’re good at and what not, so get your head out of your ass and come with me.” If only I could leave that rough talk and talk more in a thirteen year old girl way. But I guess she didn’t choose me for my gentle ways.

It’s good to know that she didn’t curl up in a ball and hide but choose a different training site, where she was alone, instead.
"Thanks for stepping in the other day...And I'm sorry if I disappointed you."
“No problem.” I actually offer her a genuine smile. I swallow my sorry for steppin in late though because I don’t need to admit to everyone that I didn’t want to defend a girl.
“The only thing you need to apologize for is becoming that scared little thing you were. You didn’t even put up a decent fight at first. Only when things went totally south and the worst was almost over.” By now my expression has become serious again. Trainer like.
“You need to find that attitude you got when you talk to me while you deal with other careers.”
For a moment I fiddle with the tape on my finger but then get over my ‘I don’t want to show you how much I actually care’ and ask. “Are you good? Any bigger injuries?” That day I left it all up to Kyanite because I was sure she was the better person to take care of Gala, who refuses to listen to my advice anyway.
Then I give her a slight nudge and a smirk.
“Your call. You can have me kick your ass from now on until you’re tough enough to face Joel and his gang or you can go head and do your own thing here whatever that is.” My hands gesture at the high bars indicating small circles, and mock her a little. “Swing, swing, little monkey.”
Her tricks are great but not in a fight.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

“Well, you’re wrong. In fact you need the training now more than ever and I finally have an idea what you’re good at and what not, so get your head out of your ass and come with me.” Matthew claims, and for the first time Gala's happy to be wrong. Though the 'head in her ass' part she didn't quite understand. Her head tilting to the side slightly with confusion. Either way she was wrong, and Matthew did still want to train her. She needed a trainer, and he was strong and tough like the little girl wanted to be. Especially now that he knew what she was good at and what not.

Things had to be said before hand though. The thanks & the apology. It was necessary. "No problem." Matthew actually responds with, a smile appearing that Gala swore would never come out when was around. She couldn't help but also smile. Even if her trainer did pause for a moment before stepping into the fight, he did eventually and it still resulted in injuries for him...which meant less injuries for both Kyanite and Gala certainly.

“The only thing you need to apologize for is becoming that scared little thing you were. You didn’t even put up a decent fight at first. Only when things went totally south and the worst was almost over.” Matthew explains, which drops Gala's smile. “You need to find that attitude you got when you talk to me while you deal with other careers.” That the young girl could kind of understand. She was certainly scared of her trainer, but knew he'd never actually harm her.

"I can't even fight you. Let alone four careers your size." Gala explains though she was originally was going to keep her mouth shut. She didn't even get a proper count of how many careers there were. "But I should of tried to put up more of a fight." She still agrees because she truly did feel that way. She was a wimp at the beginning, and that's why she was training. How would she ever last if Gwen or her were ever reaped? Hiding in a tree? That wouldn't last long.

“Are you good? Any bigger injuries?” Matthew asks, and by this point of knowing her trainer decently, Gala knew what his words actually meant. His attempt to be nice, and maybe even a form of an apology. It was exactly what he said when they ran into each other after he left Gala & Gwen with a wounded shoulder. He asked how she was doing.

Besides her fear to go anywhere alone? She pulls her bandaged hand up, a result for that harsh boot. "Just this." Gala sighs as she always did when thinking about it. Because of this stupid hand she couldn't perform. "You?" She asked, because she did feel as though Matthew & Kyanite's injuries were her fault. Plus it was also just kind to ask.

The grin returns and even a slight nudge from Matthew occurs. Kindness? After what happened? “Your call. You can have me kick your ass from now on until you’re tough enough to face Joel and his gang or you can go head and do your own thing here whatever that is..." His hand goes to the tall monkey bars. "Swing, swing little, monkey." To bad that nickname wasn't an insult for Gala, or she'd of mocked him right back.

"I was going across one handed!" Gala protests, her training strategies weren't that bad...Sure Matthew was better, but he's older. "Even with blisters." She says a little proudly. Climbing and such was her thing since she was little. Her hands were already rough, and blisters hardly phased her anymore.

"But yes." Gala brings a smile back to her face as well. "Till I can kick your ass please." The smile grows a little bigger as a giggle escapes because she changed the deal. She couldn't help but be a little a bit of a smart ass.

[Jack Lexington]

We both know that Gala hiding away because of some assholes isn't right. yet she seems very insecure. Like she found a little shell to hide in. It reminds me a lot of what Kyanite told me about herself that one day when she opened up to me. Me of all people, ridiculous...but very fortunate.

"I can't even fight you. Let alone four careers your size." She complains but I shrug with a grin. "I'm not that big." Compared to her I'm huge but compared to other careers I'm the medium size cup.
It looks like her major injuries are mental not physical because all I can see is that bandaged hand from where the guys stomped on our hands. She must have gotten it worse than me, or I just didn't notice because I'd already broken my finger at that stage plus there's a certain lack of feeling in parts of my hand, which is pretty odd but somewhat useful.

"You?" She wants to know.
"I'm good." Every tough guy claims that they're not hurt. Tough guys don't get hurt. Fullstop.
or so I think.
"Nothing bad." That's a matter of perspective. When a paper cut hurts like hell a broken finger would be devastating. When you're used to getting punched you learn to suck it up eventually.

My teasing doesn't make her mad. instead she stresses how she went across one handed, which is pretty darn impressive. "Unfortunately that skill is pretty useless when you have to stand up for yourself against Joel and his friends. You need to be able to hammer him ion the nose with a fist of steel, you gott get him where it hurst and you need to utilize whatever is around as a weapon."

Cheeky follows me with another comment about kicking my ass. "You stay away from my ass..."
"Ky did enough damage to that one."
"Walking backwards I cast a glance at her. "But sure...try me. See what happens."
I'm so going to teach her a lesson. I won't hurt her but I will make her grow.

On our way out I can't help but ask her about the other girl.
"How do you know Kyanite? Are you two friends?" It sure looked like it judging by the way the older one was defending the younger one. What a coincidence for me...double trouble.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"I'm not that big." Matthew claims, and now that Gala thought about that one, Joel, did seem a lot taller. But to Gala all of them just seemed tall, and big, and strong. That's why she was training though, she didn't want to be scared forever. Especially not with the pregames arriving, she was going to have to fight kids Matthew's size.

"Great." Gala mumbles under her breath.

At least Matthew wasn't badly hurt from the fight, though he was a guy. With all sisters Gala wasn't too sure about dudes, but she was pretty sure they denied pain. Especially the careers. "That's good." Gala comments with. She was quiet enough after the fight, she didn't want to seem that weak. After all she'd always be a smart-ass little girl.

"Unfortunately that skill is pretty useless when you have to stand up for yourself against Joel and his friends. You need to be able to hammer him ion the nose with a fist of steel, you gott get him where it hurst and you need to utilize whatever is around as a weapon." Matthew gives advice like any great trainer would do, and hopefully he was willing to teach that to Gala as well.

"Have any extra steel knuckles?" Gala asks her humor finally returning. "That's what training's for right?" She actually brings up relevant question. That sounded perfect, but Gala didn't think for one second she could teach that to herself.

"You stay away from my ass..." Matthew demands, and automatically Gala laughs at the response. "Ky did enough damage to that one." Even if it's only the short version Gala knows he's talking about Kyanite. After all he already jumped into a fight for two girls, the chances of him being friends with another one? Certainly Kyanite. "But sure...try me. See what happens." He still offers, knowing right now he could easily take his trainee; so did Gala though.

"One day..." She postpones the offer on trying to fight her trainer. "What'd Kyanite do to your butt?" Gala questions while her laughter fades away. Was she still not allowed to talk about her? Now she knew her even. "You brought her up, and I didn't even mention..." A smile came to her face as she decided to shut up. No talking about beyond the fence. Just training.

Matthew begins walking away, probably to go to the actual career gym. The equipment at the school may be decent, but nothing like the real thing. Assuming training was starting now Gala immediately begins following him. "How do you know Kyanite? Are you two friends?" He asks on their journey.

How odd that Kyanite asked how Matthew ended up training Gala while she walked the younger girl home after the fight. Except the answers were going to be different. She was smart enough to not give the entire story of how she actually got Matthew to stay training her; they were simply paired together. Her trainer on the other hand she knew much longer then Kyanite, and how the girls met wasn't a big deal.

"She almost hit me with a knife while I was trying to hide." Gala informs, but knows that's not a good enough explanation. Should she tell the truth? Figuring that was the best option, for once she went with not lying. "I thought you left...so I called out for her. She's really good at throwing knifes."

[Jack Lexington]

The mood between us has become quite friendly. Unlike any other relationship with a girl I've ever experienced. Sure Kyanite's more than friendly at times but very dangerous at others. It's like a roller coaster.
Gala, however seems to shrunk to normal kid size and is just coming back out of her shell.

"Have any extra steel knuckles?" She asks her humor finally returning.
Lifting my own beat up hand briefly to show it to her I laugh. "I wish. Kind of need some myself."
Of course you could desensitize your hands but that's more for boxers.
"You could hit a wall....but I don't recommend it."

Did I really let that comment about my behind and the older brunetter slip?
I'm still not going to tell Gala what we really did out there so I simply use the analogy. "She kicked it."
Instantly Gala backtracks and seems to apologize for even asking, which is new for sure. Usually she's mouthy and smart.

On our way down the gravle path and onto the sidewalk the young girl tells me that she met Kyanite when she was throwing a knife and almost hit her, which makes me wonder whether that was just before I spotted her three days ago. She was throwing knifes in the trees.
I cast a bewildered glance at Gala. "That day? When Joel came after you? You just met her then?" That raises the question why she would toss herself into a fight to help a stranger.
"She helped you even though she didn't know you?" I must admit her courage deserves some admiration. I knew Gala and didn't help at first. First class asshole...oh well.

"...She's really good at throwing knifes." I catch the end of her words and have to smirk with a pained expression. "I kind of noticed."

We cross a street avoiding one of the oncoming cars and then turn the corner to the street where the career center is located.
"You need to find some battle skill you're really good at. Like her. Maybe Kyanite can show you how to throw knifes. It would make you a much more dangerous opponent."

At the gym we find the next best mat and I tell her.
"Today you'll learn a few moves that you can use when you're in trouble. Lay down."
Before she can even follow my orders I grab her by the shirt, lay her down on the mat and kneel above her with one of my hands on her collar bone.
"How would you try to get out of this....usually I'd probably have my hand on your throat. Free yourself." Clearly she can't push me off because I'm way too heavy.
"Think about my weak spots and think physics."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Instead of pulling out his own sly remark about steel knuckles, Matthew lifts up his own beaten-up hand. "I wish. Kind of need some myself." He remarks, but at least things are kind of back to normal. "You could hit a wall....but I don't recommend it." He advices. Yeah of course she wouldn't do that. Another small laughter arrives as a result.

"Yeah..." Gala agrees again, she had a feeling she'd be agreeing with a lot more things lately.

To Gala's question on how Kyanite hurt Matthew's ass, he simply replies with a; "She kicked it." Yeah right. Like her just kicking his ass would cause enough pain for Matthew to comment that she hurt it enough.

"Mhmmm." Gala comments with a smirk that clearly shows she's smarter then that. How stupid did he think she was?

---

"That day? When Joel came after you? You just met her then?" Matthew questions, surprised. Was it that shocking for someone to stick up for another without really knowing each other? If Gala was able to she certainly would, even if she didn't know the person before hand. "She helped you even though she didn't know you?"

"Yeah." Gala answers, with seems to just shock her trainer even more. "Some female's aren't as bad as you think."

"You need to find some battle skill you're really good at. Like her. Maybe Kyanite can show you how to throw knifes. It would make you a much more dangerous opponent."

"Maybe she will." Gala comments. After all Kyanite walked her home, seemed to really care about her. Certainly that wasn't there first and last encounter. There was a lot more to come, at least that's what Gala was hoping for. To learn talents from two amazing careers? She's couldn't be any luckier.

---

Immediately as they're in the gym Matthew begins the training. "Today you'll learn a few moves that you can use when you're in trouble. Lay down." But before Gala even has a chance to follow the order her trainer yanks her to the floor. All of the pain from the fight returns as her body hits the floor. Matthew's hand is holding her down by her collar bone, but at least not her throat.

"How would you try to get out of this....usually I'd probably have my hand on your throat. Free yourself." Advice arrives, and clearly pushing up doesn't work. The weight difference is too drastic. "Think about my weak spots and think physics." Think like Gwen.

Gala's hands were free, she had that. But she wasn't powerful enough to simply push off Matthew's hands. At the same time that her hand goes into motion, she leans with it; so not only does she attempt with strength to push him off, but allows gravity to help out.

If the grip was around her throat certainly Gala wouldn't be able to move from the trap. But her collarbone gives an easy slip for Gala to free herself. Just as she wished she was able to during the fight, she gets up to her feet in a few seconds. With no motivation to harm her trainer she takes quite a few steps back, at least out arms reach. Sure her speed was good, but strength compared to older careers wasn't even close.

"That's not the same!" Gala shouts, remembering all of the careers that were after her. It wasn't Matthew. He was scary, but by now she knew he'd never actually harm her. "I couldn't fight them all! I needed you!" Her fears return.

[Jack Lexington]

MATTHEW DUNHAM



Gala uses her own weight to push my hand away and slips out under my touch, which shows that she's at least trying. It's a half hearted attempt though because she doesn't attack me. Instead she steps back and starts screaming.
At first I don't get why but her words show just how afraid she is because of what happened.

"I couldn't fight them all! I needed you!"
I stand there dumbstruck for a moment because she's yelling so lid.
then I get a little louder as well. "Of course you couldn't. Neither could I! 5 against 1, do the math..."
I shake my head at her.
"But you could take on one at at a time, so...."
My hand waves her over to me again. "Try....punch me."
Maybe I should elaborate a little more because otherwise she'll just get frustrated.
"Use your full power. I'll block. Make sure to always use combinations because one alone won't do anything unless the guy's asleep. Try to fake the odd attack and come from the other side....and don't be afraid to kick his nuts or any other part that hurts."

I got my eye on the girl to make sure she follows my instructions this time. She seems unsure and has that strange look on her face, almost as if she's going to start crying.
"Now...don't try the nut part right now. I kind of still need them" I joke to cheer her up a bit.
In thoughts I add 'as I just recently discovered'.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"Of course you couldn't. Neither could I! 5 against 1, do the math..." Matthew's voice grows louder along with Gala's, but at least it was his way of saying he understand. "But you could take on one at at a time, so...." That didn't seem very possible, with all of them there? How would she be able to distract enough to fight them each individually? Maybe Kyanite will teach her that part, she did talk about distractions. Her trainer gestures for her to come over. "Try....punch me."

Punch him? That wasn't going to be Gala's strength certainly, she had decent muscles but nothing compared to a seventeen year old male. At least that's how she felt.

"Use your full power. I'll block. Make sure to always use combinations because one alone won't do anything unless the guy's asleep. Try to fake the odd attack and come from the other side....and don't be afraid to kick his nuts or any other part that hurts." More advice, and finally what Gala was looking for; strategy. Just as a typical younger career she couldn't help but giggle at the mention of kicking nuts.

"Now...don't try the nut part right now. I kind of still need them." Matthew brings out a joke, and it actually makes Gala laugh; more then the giggles from the simple mention. What was he talking about though? Gala was smart enough to know about the whole birds and bees thing, but that was between two people. He made it clear he wasn't into guys. So.....

"For what?" Gala questions, titling her head to the side. If she was going to get in her best attack he couldn't know when she was going to strike. "Kyanite?" Gala teases and a second later throws a punch; certainly not as strong as she would if actually threatened, but more then a wimp for sure. Distraction just as Kyanite mentioned.

"I told you how I met her. It's only fair for you to tell me." Gala mentions, very curious about what was going on between them. There was something, that was obvious.

[Jack Lexington]

The fact that I don't want her to kick my nuts makes her giggle, just as it was supposed to, although I'd trust her to do exactly that, even if I warn her not to.
Yet she wants to know "For what?" I need them.
"So I don't sound like a girl when I sing." I give her a load of sarcasm instead of answering her question. She's really pressing hard to find out about Ky and I. She probably knows already anyway.
"Haven't you put the puzzle together for yourself.
Smart little girl just used the investigative question "Kyanite?" to distract me.
Her name alone makes me have a weird warm feeling.
Enough to distract me but I still see Gala's half assed punch coming. I know it's all she's got right now and I want her to feel like she's doing well to incourage her. So I brace myself and actually let her fist meet my chin.
It hurts a bit so I grimace. "Good one."

"I told you how I met her. It's only fair for you to tell me." She demands to know so I shurg.
"Fair enough. I met her during a training session in the gym. We sparred, I punched her a little and she didn't like it. So we had a rematch where she showed me what she can do with knifes.
I pull up my sleeve to expose the not so neat white bandage around my arm. "I was moving. She's pretty darn good." Of course I don't tell her that the whole 'rematch' happened out in the woods.
"Got me in the back, too..." Back, right....Gala doesn't need to know that the knife actually stuck in my behind.
"there you go. You know it all now. Now shut up and give me another punch."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"So I don't sound like a girl when I sing." Matthew claims for the first question, and once again Gala can't help but giggle a little. She was smart enough to know that wasn't true, but still it was funny. After everything that happened, hearing a joke from her trainer was actually relieving. He didn't hate her after the fight, the was truly enough for bring a little happiness into the young girl. Still the answer wasn't enough, but at least this time he isn't threatening her to stop with the questions. Maybe the fight actually brought them all a little closer in a way.

"Haven't you put the puzzle together for yourself?" Certainly Gala wasn't trying, but not fully. She wasn't sure if they were friends, or more then that....

"Almost." She claims with a proud smirk. The hit actually works, or maybe Matthew was being kind to her after the whole attack. Either way it made her feel a little bit better.

"Fair enough. I met her during a training session in the gym. We sparred, I punched her a little and she didn't like it. So we had a rematch where she showed me what she can do with knifes." Matthew actually admits; it completely surprises Gala. Last time she questioned this sort of stuff, right before the fight, he wasn't willing to give up a detail. Now, it was like he finally trusted her.

Not only does her trainer give up a bit of information, but also pulls up his sleeve to reveal a bandage. "I was moving. She's pretty darn good." That's has to be what they were doing beyond the fence. Fighting like that in the gym couldn't be allowed, not with that sort of damage. Only in the pregames. "Got me in the back, too..." Matthew admits a defeat to a girl, a grin spreading across Gala's face at the information. "There you go. You know it all now. Now shut up and give me another punch."

No more information was going to be given; but already it was nice to know that. Never before was he this generous with an actual conversation, all about training and his hate towards girls. Maybe there was a chance that Gala could grow a soft spot in his heart, it seems as if Kyanite was working her way there.

"Yeah she is really good at throwing knifes." Gala tells with a laugh, it only felt right to also give her side. "She even said if she was aiming she would of gotten my head." More laughter, it felt nice. Since the fight there was no reason to laugh, all feeling were covered in pain and disappointment. "Don't doubt that." She adds.

"She taught me about distractions...that's why I tried that." Gala gives up, but she was proud that she was worthy enough for a tip. With one swift movement she goes in for the punch like Matthew ordered, but also brings up her foot to kick him in the shin. "But you taught me everything else." She states proudly.

[Jack Lexington]

"Yeah she is really good at throwing knifes. She even said if she was aiming she would of gotten my head." Gala laughs.
As much as her childish giggling usually annoys the heck out of me, I can't get mad at her today. After all I'm trying to build some confidence for her.
"Yep, she could." I confirm.
After all the brunette took down a fully grown wolf. She's a killer. She could have taken on all those careers herself. One reason why i like her.

"She taught me about distractions...that's why I tried that." That's good advice. "You need something to follow up that distraction." I say calmly just before her foot connects with my shin and she lets her small fist fly.
The fist i block this time but her foot leaves my shin sore and makes me jump back a step to get some distance between us. I suck up the pain and grin.
"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Now you just have to lay more anger into that punch."
It's probably time to show her what I mean so I swing my own fist at her but aim for her chest this time. After all I din't want to leave her bruised and battered.
"Imaginbe I'm Kayghna." I run my hand over my hair twiddling the ends.
"Hi, I'm Kayghna. Pretty girly with an acidic attitude. c'mon, Gala...your sister is so much better than you. She'll kick your butt."
I push her in the good shoulder just to edge her on.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"You need something to follow up that distraction." Her trainer advices, but just as he does her fist and foot goes flying for an attack. The punch he assumed, the kick not so much. Matthew even takes a step back from the impact, the smile grows on Gala's face with the accomplishment. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Now you just have to lay more anger into that punch." Well that was the part Gala didn't want to commit to, she didn't want to hurt Matthew.

Unexpectedly Matthew throws a punch at her chest, very close to the area that was kicked during the fight. The throw wasn't aimed to actually hurt her, but still there's a bad bruise still there. Pain returns but Gala bites her inner cheek to distract herself, it was time to proof she wasn't a wimp. "I didn't think we were actually hurting each other." Gala argues, after all she had no desire to harm someone unless she had to.

Now it's time for improv for this next exercise. "Imaginbe I'm Kayghna." Matthew orders for this task. "Hi, I'm Kayghna. Pretty girly with an acidic attitude. c'mon, Gala...your sister is so much better than you. She'll kick your butt." That didn't sound very fair, Gwen had nothing to do with any of this. Kayghna on the other hand wasn't really on Gala's strong suit; someone's first impression never changes. Once hated, always hated, which is exactly why Gala stuck around Matthew despite all his threats. He pushes her shoulder, but at least the good one, to show a little intimidation.

"That's not fair, Gwen's not involved in this." Gala complains, and at that very moment throws another kick into the same shin. A punch was to be expected, but another kick? And Matthew did mention getting the soft spot, and a place that was already harmed was the weakest area of them all...she knew from experience. "And Kayghna's nothing compared to us!" Another punch is thrown, from the right her weak side. A second later she throws a punch from the left, hoping Matthew's eyes would be directed towards the last attack.

((OOC: We need to think of something exciting to happen I think))