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SCARLETT

Today was my first day of training, and I had a feeling I’d soon crawl back into my shell.

“She has to start with basic moves,” Logan pointed out to Blake who was already lining up weapons for me.

“I’m pretty sure she can throw a lousy blow and kick,” Blake argued, “What she needs to learn is how to use a Death Star so she can defend herself properly.”

I perked up at the mention of the death star, every action movie I’d watched with a bad ass heroine flexing them and dropping dead bodies in her wake effortlessly flashing through my mind’s eye.

A grin was covering my face in no time, “I totally agree with Blake, let’s start with the Death Star, I can brush up on lousy kicks and blows when I’ve mastered that.”

Logan shook his head, but before he could speak, Alex cut in.

“If you don’t learn proper coordination before handling a death star, all three of us will be your first victims and it won’t be injuries,” he used his thumb to draw a line across his neck, “It’ll be straight u