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Chapter 36

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

"Yes."

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"I feel like this isn't the best way to manage your anger!" 

 To say I was terrified was an understatement. Phia claimed that if she didn't have a partner to spar with, she was going to kill someone. So naturally, I threw away all sense of self preservation, I told her I would do it. 

 Those will be my last words. 

 I took two steps back as she swung her knife at me again. I had discarded my shirt a good thirty minutes ago, when it became apparent that this was an extremely grueling workout. I lifted my own knife up to block her hit, swinging it up and hitting hers out of the way, earning a full spin and another aggressive stabbing motion. I began to question whether she was actually trying to kill me or not about twenty minutes ago, and I am still curious. 

 "Yes it is," her voice was so hard I couldn't tell if she was mad anymore. I assumed yes by the way she swung her knife at my neck, and I had to drop to my knees to avoid getting my throat slit. 

 "Goddamn, woman!" I yelled, rolling out of the way and stumbling to my feet. "This is going to kill me!" 

 "This is only the beginning," she spun the blade over her head, and I jumped off to the side, lunging for her expose side, which she blocked by spinning around and kicking me in the stomach. 

 My feet stumbled, and then flew up from under me, my back hitting the ground with a harsh thump, all of the air forcefully flying from my lungs. I gasped, rolling over to my side and coughing once. 

 Phia's eyes held to remorse, but her eyes flickered down to the long scar that ran across my stomach, and her eyes softened slightly. She held out her hand, clad in a finger-less glove, and I reluctantly accepted it, pushing myself up as Phia tugged. 

 "That was from me." She noted, not phrasing it as a question, as she knew there was no where else I could have possibly gotten a scar like that. I looked down, as if I had forgotten it was there, and felt my face burn red. 

 "Uh, yeah... thanks." 

 Her eyes flashed with something for a fraction of a millisecond, before she jutted her chin out, and spoke in that authoritative tone. "Well, if I knew you back then, I probably wouldn't have stabbed you." 

 For some reason, I found that very sweet, and brought a hand to my chest, "that might be the nicest thing you have ever said to me." 

 "Don't get used to it, sky boy," she rolled her eyes, taking a step back. "I am stuck with you now, and until the rest of your people trust me, you are the only one I can actually communicate with." 

 "Sounds good to me... I guess." 

 The sound of the door swinging open broke the quiet, and Bellamy walked in. His eyes flashed in confusion as he took in the scene. Me with no shirt, holding a knife and probably bruising at the stomach. Phia, in her usual bad-ass armor-clothes, with her own knife dangling from her fingers. I held up a hand on greeting, although I was sure I was blushing. "Hi, Blake, what's up?"