![]() ![]() “Mark are you kidding me? I’ve been training every day for the past two weeks and you won’t let me join the locals?” She was aware of his stare and locked eyes with him until he shifted his attention. The younger man next to Mark lifted his eyebrows. You know I love it but with uni starting next week I just can’t.” She stopped and looked at him, cleaning her face with the towel, “I appreciate the offer, really. “Ilea, hey I just wanted to ask again about the classes. He gestured to the other man and smiled at her. “Bye Mark.” She called out to the bald man engrossed in a conversation near the counter. Picking up the phone, she grabbed her towel and walked towards the exit. ![]() Sweat dripped down her brow as she looked around the gym. A beeping sound woke her from the trance, the phone lying on the ground calling for her to stop. The dull sound of gloved fists hitting a sack filled with sand was all she focused on, her own breathing and heartbeat growing distant as her unrelenting assault pummeled into the unfeeling enemy. Chapter 1 Boring introduction - Where is the magic? ![]()
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