Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2020 13:55:29 GMT -5
In this world, almost nothing is certain. Almost nothing is set in stone, and destined to happen or occur like it was a part of some divine plan. Though, Camila had felt this way her whole life, both before and after death, for once in her life, she was certain about one thing; she needed to become stronger. She needed to continue to get stronger, whether she wanted to or not. There was no stopping her path to success now, no matter what others tried to do in order to prove this. As she made her way into the 13th squad barracks, she began to forcefully manifest the hollow she was beginning to grow close with.
”What do you want?” Albin asked, a look of general disinterest on her face. He kicked his left leg back, and leaned up against a wall, his physical appearance still incredibly hazy to those who might’ve looked on by. The pale man, even leaning, practically towered over the young Shinigami. Either way, he was still going to be integral to this whole experience. There was no doubt that he held some sort of influence over the girl’s life, even in death, and she was going to seek out just how much influence he might’ve held over her. For all she knew, she could be tied to him permanently.
Lord, how she hoped this wasn’t the case. To be tied to Albin permanently would’ve been a death sentence. Sure, he might be more enjoyable to talk to now that they weren’t constantly at each other’s throats, but even then, he still messed with her quite a bit, and she outwardly detested it. How she wanted nothing more than to just be free of him. Hopefully beating him in combat like this would cause him to vanish forever; to fade into obscurity. How little she knew about the path she was about to walk down; how little she knew that this hollow would forever be tied to her spirit, but would also go on to become her best friend.
She turned to face the hollow, a smile on her kind-featured face. “I need your help in something. I’m not really sure how to progress much further in these future endeavors, and I’d very much like your assistance. I’d like to spend quite some time training with you. Come up with whatever kind of training regiment you’d like, and I’ll follow it, I promise!” A look of determination made themselves present in her rose-colored eyes. She fully acknowledged the importance of the situation at hand, and even went as far as to ask this being who was undoubtedly a part of her - a being she hated quite a bit - for assistance.
”Hm, is that so?” He asked, a smirk on his face. With a sigh and a huff, Albin pushed himself off of the wall, and ever so slowly began to walk toward Camila, causing her to tremble with each approaching step. By the time he was right against her, towering over her in comparison, he smirked, looking down to the girl’s face. “I don’t think you have it in you,” he said plainly, “I really don’t think you have what it takes to improve much further after this, sweetheart. I don’t see you doing anything worthwhile with this potential time we could spend training, so why should I help?”
Of course he was going to do this. There was no doubt in her mind that he’d try to spin this in some way so that he could ask “what’s in this for me?” Or so that he could be lazy about it. Luckily, though, Camila had predicted this far ahead of time. She was ready to combat his words with her own. “Are you forgetting that your very presence is bound to mine, that you exist in this world, in your current state, solely because I do? I’ve heard stories from my parents back when we were all alive, that you were bested by both of them. If I’ve even half of the capabilities of my parents, then you really don’t stand a chance against me.”
A challenge was surely the best way to go about doing these kinds of things. After all, why would a pompous, jackass of a hollow back down from a challenge like this? It seemed silly to think that someone so apparently abundant in power would back down against such a small, frail, shinigami in training. And there was no way that it was going to happen. “I see what you’re doing,” Albin said, rather annoyed, “and it’s not going to work. You’re not going to convince me like that.” The hollow’s passive-aggressive side was practically already showing.
Checkmate. “Oh, really? I’m not trying to convince you to do anything,” Camila said, “I’m merely trying to prove a point that you’re too scared to fight against someone so apparently inferior to yourself. It really starts to make me wonder… is this whole ‘I’m better than you’ attitude you’ve got going on just a cover-up?” She was reeeeally trying to push the man’s buttons. That’s what she knew worked. If she continued down this road, he’d almost always eventually cave. She fully expected this to happen.
”Damned Harlot,” he mumbled, resorting to name calling, “if you think you’re hot shit, then let’s lock blades, yeah? I can promise you that I’ll outclass you in almost every way, and there’s jack shit you’ll be able to do about it, mark my fucking words.” Perfect. Albin was resorting to excessive cursing; he was irrefutably angry. And unsurprisingly, it had gotten Camila exactly what she wanted out of the man. “Good!” she said, “now back up and draw your weapon. We’re doing this the right way.”
Drawing her Asauchi, Camila focused on the spirit before her for a moment. She knew this was going to happen some time; her and Albin locking blades, him naturally more-skilled at doing so than she ever was. After all, his circumstances for still existing are… unique. He’s had centuries upon centuries to practice his swordplay. As such, he’s bound to be far superior than her at this. Even so, she wasn’t going to give up hope. She continued to focus as much as she possibly could, and forced him into a more physical form using her own reiatsu signature.
Upon being brought into the world for real once again, Albin huffed. It seemed to be just as draining on him as it was on her. Perhaps their souls really were completely linked, after all. She shook her head at the thought, moreso looking to focus on the fight about to ensue. After all, this was going to be potentially quite dangerous. She had no idea what to expect from the man, and he had basically been able to plan out her abilities from the beginning. It was an unfair fight, but she was determined to win it nonetheless.
Releasing her breath, Albin’s existence fluctuated for a split moment, and then steadied again. She’d actually been able to manifest him! “Huh,” she began, “I didn’t think that was possible. I never, ever knew I’d be able to do that. Guess it helps trying to be inventive, huh?” Albin laughed, slowly assuming an offensive posture. “Yeah, I guess so. Either way, I’m going to kick your ass. I hope you’re ready for it.” She simply smirked. “I’d like to see you try, Albin.” This comment must’ve tipped him over the edge, or something, because the fight was about to begin.
Albin immediately began the fight with an offensive charge. He lowered his arms to hold his sword at his side, almost, perpendicular with his torso and sprinted toward the young girl. His face was full of unbridled aggression, and what seemed to be disgust toward the shinigami. Camila merely raised her guard, and stared down the charging hollow, not allowing herself to break eye contact. This was going to happen. Everything she had been planning out was going to force itself into reality. And she was ready for it.
Almost immediately, Albin - upon reaching melee range - began with a swing upwards diagonally, aiming to slash against Cami’s chest. In response, she lowered her grip, and ever so slightly tilted her Asauchi, causing Albin’s blade to effortlessly deflect off of hers, seeming to leave himself open for an attack. But Camila didn’t dare attempt a counter. She knew she probably wouldn’t be able to land one currently, so she didn’t even bother attempting to. Albin seemed to be banking on a counter attempt, though.
With no real idea how to proceed further, Albin used the force at which his blade had been deflected to swing his arms overhead, and go in for a horizontal slash from his right to left, once again looking to devastate the shinigami in one attack. And, once again, Camila was prepared for it. She ever so slightly moved her sword once again, causing Albin to bounce off of it, and throw his arms back. Having put as much force into the second swing as he did, Albin took a step back, leaving Camila with the perfect advantage over the situation.
With devastating force, Camila turned her weapon a full 90 degrees, and slashed with as much force as she could muster, similarly to what Albin had been doing. She was prepared for a strong counter, as was her fighting style. Set the opponent up to make mistakes, and then punish those mistakes accordingly. Well, having put too much force into the attack, Albin left himself quite vulnerable. As such, she decided to capitalize on this swing to the best of her ability, attempting to end the fight in one blow.
Albin smirked. He took another step back, as though still recovering from the recoil, and managed to dodge Camila’s swipe by a hair. He had gotten lucky, no doubt. That swing very well could’ve ended the fight as was, should it have hit him. He’d have to be more careful next time. Once he had actually managed to catch his footing, he pulled his blade down from its position in recoil limbo, and went straight for the shinigami’s legs. What better place to attack than a place that could’ve very easily put her out of commission and into temporary paralysis?
Taking a similar strategy from the one she grew to dislike, Camila took a step back, though slid her heels along the ground as to avoid any cutting from the hollow. She needed to step up her game, or Albin was likely going to turn her to mincemeat. He was going all out. It was about time she did the same, whether she wanted to or not. As such, she pulled her blade back, and close to the ground. She took a second to breathe in, and then quickly slashed upward in a vertical motion, hoping to catch Albin at least somewhat off guard by the sudden attack.
Once again, seemingly immune to these kinds of attacks, Albin sidestepped the slash. She hadn’t quite seen anything like it; his speed was incredible! It was like he teleported, or something! Once again, he smirked, and went in to hit her in the stomach with the pommel of his blade. Having been caught off guard by the sudden speed boost, Camila was fiercely attacked by this pommel. It sent her staggering back for a second, being the first blood victim of the fight. One thing she had always gotten used to saying, First Blood in a match generally ends up securing the victory.
She grunted, taking the pommel full-force, and being forced by her own body to take a knee. “Dammit…” she mumbled, “Looks like you’ve got this round, Albin. Let’s go for another, then.” She forced herself to stand up, not looking so hot. She smiled. “I promise you I’ll win this next round, for sure.” She assumed another defensive stance, while Albin sheathed his blade. “What’re you doing??” Camila asked Ablin, who seemed to be walking away, “get back here and fight!” He held his smirk. “Mmm, no.”
”What?? Why not??” She protested, unwilling to let a being of her own creation just walk away, “get back here and fight me!” Albin merely smirked. “I dunno, I clearly bested you here, give me a reason to and I might just rejoin the fight. If you don’t have a reason, then I’m clearly wasting my time here, no?” Once again, he returned to leaning against the wall. Camila stared at him in pure anger. She wasn’t going to have this. Focusing her reiatsu into the length of her blade, she inhaled, then exhaled heavily. She was going to make him fight. She was going to continue this fight.
”Damn you, Albin!” she shouted, sprinting toward the hollow, though not quite enough to catch him off-guard. Not catching him off-guard was right, as he quickly pushed himself off, and came down with one hell of an overhead swing on the girl. He smirked in confidence, fully prepared to win this conflict, unaware of what was about to happen when he went to attack the girl. Dumping all of her spiritual pressure into her reiatsu strength, Camila was now planning on going straight for the offensive, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
She shouted a long, drawn out shout, and went for a diagonal swing, from his upper left to his lower right chest. His blade came down with the utmost force, looking to outclass her in terms of damage, but her swing seemed to power through anything that he thought he could do. Before he knew it, Albin’s broadsword clanged to the ground, while he stood in awe with a fairly large slash across his chest. Both of them were breathing heavily, anger on their faces. Camila with rage over Albin walking away, and Albin due to the hit that actually managed to hit him.
She took a few slow steps back, waiting for the hollow to acknowledge the attack. He stood there, arms open in shock, breathing heavily. He was obviously in some sort of pain, but didn’t want to acknowledge that. He didn’t want her to think that, even though she was already way ahead of him. She knew he was hurting, and she relished in it. She was glad to see it was the case; it was humbling for him, no doubt. After a few seconds, Camila stood up, still breathing heavily, and relaxed her arm. “So? Anything to say after that?”
Albin merely stared at her with fury, still unable to say anything. He slowly walked up to her, though it was quite awkwardly as to minimize the amount of pain he felt from that large gash across his chest, and got into her face. His voice was fairly calm, though his words hinted at something very different. “Listen here, Camila. I don’t know who you think you are, standing up against me, but this ends now. You’re never going to be on level with me, and that’s a fucking fact. Now, step. Down.”
”Mm, no.” She replied, smirking the entire time. It felt good to talk back to Albin, after all of the years of torment he had put her through. All of the hell that she had to endure in order to stand up to this jackass had finally paid off. He grew angrier by the second. “You know what, then? Fine. I’ll play your little game. I’ll help you out where I can from here on out, and I’ll show you what I can do. But, when the time comes and you need me the most, I promise you that you’ll be left wondering where you went wrong, and why I’m not willing to aid you.”
Camila rolled her eyes. What was he talking about? Again, it wasn’t like the two were forcibly together, right? He could walk off any time he wanted without a care in the world, and she probably wouldn’t be able to catch him, nor would she really want to for that matter. When push came to shove, the two of them really didn’t like each other. There was nothing either of them could really do to fix that, though. Their relationship had already begun as a volatile one, it wasn’t going to be easy to correct past mistakes like that. Not that either of them cared.
Camila sheathed her weapon, as Albin turned around to grab his. Picking it up from the ground, he let it rest on his back so that he didn’t have to carry it. He was still full of pure anger. He was by no means ready to accept what had just happened. He was still full of this unchecked anger from the whole event. He simply walked back against a wall, and leaned against it once again. He inhaled, and then proceeded to exhale hard. It was like a sigh, but one that seemed to be done rather aggressively as opposed to a normal sigh. Camila couldn’t help but smirk.
”You done sulking over there?” She asked after a few moments had passed, doing what she could to hold herself back from laughing. Whether or not she wanted to admit it, this whole situation was incredibly entertaining. She was loving every minute of it. To have been able to best him like that, it was exhilarating. She had never felt more confident; more proud of herself before. She felt like she could take on the world. And yet, she really didn’t want Albin to remain mad at her, for some reason.
Walking over to him, she leaned against the same wall of the sparring room, and looked up at him. He refused to look at her. Noticing this, she jokingly tapped his shoulder. He turned his head to her, still noticeably fuming. “The fuck do you want?” He asked, “if you’re looking for another fight, then stand the fuck up and let’s go.” She gave him a concerned smile. “If it really meant that much to you, then we can just train together from now on. We don’t need other people to get better, we can certainly do that on our own, Albin.”
”What do you want?” Albin asked, a look of general disinterest on her face. He kicked his left leg back, and leaned up against a wall, his physical appearance still incredibly hazy to those who might’ve looked on by. The pale man, even leaning, practically towered over the young Shinigami. Either way, he was still going to be integral to this whole experience. There was no doubt that he held some sort of influence over the girl’s life, even in death, and she was going to seek out just how much influence he might’ve held over her. For all she knew, she could be tied to him permanently.
Lord, how she hoped this wasn’t the case. To be tied to Albin permanently would’ve been a death sentence. Sure, he might be more enjoyable to talk to now that they weren’t constantly at each other’s throats, but even then, he still messed with her quite a bit, and she outwardly detested it. How she wanted nothing more than to just be free of him. Hopefully beating him in combat like this would cause him to vanish forever; to fade into obscurity. How little she knew about the path she was about to walk down; how little she knew that this hollow would forever be tied to her spirit, but would also go on to become her best friend.
She turned to face the hollow, a smile on her kind-featured face. “I need your help in something. I’m not really sure how to progress much further in these future endeavors, and I’d very much like your assistance. I’d like to spend quite some time training with you. Come up with whatever kind of training regiment you’d like, and I’ll follow it, I promise!” A look of determination made themselves present in her rose-colored eyes. She fully acknowledged the importance of the situation at hand, and even went as far as to ask this being who was undoubtedly a part of her - a being she hated quite a bit - for assistance.
”Hm, is that so?” He asked, a smirk on his face. With a sigh and a huff, Albin pushed himself off of the wall, and ever so slowly began to walk toward Camila, causing her to tremble with each approaching step. By the time he was right against her, towering over her in comparison, he smirked, looking down to the girl’s face. “I don’t think you have it in you,” he said plainly, “I really don’t think you have what it takes to improve much further after this, sweetheart. I don’t see you doing anything worthwhile with this potential time we could spend training, so why should I help?”
Of course he was going to do this. There was no doubt in her mind that he’d try to spin this in some way so that he could ask “what’s in this for me?” Or so that he could be lazy about it. Luckily, though, Camila had predicted this far ahead of time. She was ready to combat his words with her own. “Are you forgetting that your very presence is bound to mine, that you exist in this world, in your current state, solely because I do? I’ve heard stories from my parents back when we were all alive, that you were bested by both of them. If I’ve even half of the capabilities of my parents, then you really don’t stand a chance against me.”
A challenge was surely the best way to go about doing these kinds of things. After all, why would a pompous, jackass of a hollow back down from a challenge like this? It seemed silly to think that someone so apparently abundant in power would back down against such a small, frail, shinigami in training. And there was no way that it was going to happen. “I see what you’re doing,” Albin said, rather annoyed, “and it’s not going to work. You’re not going to convince me like that.” The hollow’s passive-aggressive side was practically already showing.
Checkmate. “Oh, really? I’m not trying to convince you to do anything,” Camila said, “I’m merely trying to prove a point that you’re too scared to fight against someone so apparently inferior to yourself. It really starts to make me wonder… is this whole ‘I’m better than you’ attitude you’ve got going on just a cover-up?” She was reeeeally trying to push the man’s buttons. That’s what she knew worked. If she continued down this road, he’d almost always eventually cave. She fully expected this to happen.
”Damned Harlot,” he mumbled, resorting to name calling, “if you think you’re hot shit, then let’s lock blades, yeah? I can promise you that I’ll outclass you in almost every way, and there’s jack shit you’ll be able to do about it, mark my fucking words.” Perfect. Albin was resorting to excessive cursing; he was irrefutably angry. And unsurprisingly, it had gotten Camila exactly what she wanted out of the man. “Good!” she said, “now back up and draw your weapon. We’re doing this the right way.”
Drawing her Asauchi, Camila focused on the spirit before her for a moment. She knew this was going to happen some time; her and Albin locking blades, him naturally more-skilled at doing so than she ever was. After all, his circumstances for still existing are… unique. He’s had centuries upon centuries to practice his swordplay. As such, he’s bound to be far superior than her at this. Even so, she wasn’t going to give up hope. She continued to focus as much as she possibly could, and forced him into a more physical form using her own reiatsu signature.
Upon being brought into the world for real once again, Albin huffed. It seemed to be just as draining on him as it was on her. Perhaps their souls really were completely linked, after all. She shook her head at the thought, moreso looking to focus on the fight about to ensue. After all, this was going to be potentially quite dangerous. She had no idea what to expect from the man, and he had basically been able to plan out her abilities from the beginning. It was an unfair fight, but she was determined to win it nonetheless.
Releasing her breath, Albin’s existence fluctuated for a split moment, and then steadied again. She’d actually been able to manifest him! “Huh,” she began, “I didn’t think that was possible. I never, ever knew I’d be able to do that. Guess it helps trying to be inventive, huh?” Albin laughed, slowly assuming an offensive posture. “Yeah, I guess so. Either way, I’m going to kick your ass. I hope you’re ready for it.” She simply smirked. “I’d like to see you try, Albin.” This comment must’ve tipped him over the edge, or something, because the fight was about to begin.
Albin immediately began the fight with an offensive charge. He lowered his arms to hold his sword at his side, almost, perpendicular with his torso and sprinted toward the young girl. His face was full of unbridled aggression, and what seemed to be disgust toward the shinigami. Camila merely raised her guard, and stared down the charging hollow, not allowing herself to break eye contact. This was going to happen. Everything she had been planning out was going to force itself into reality. And she was ready for it.
Almost immediately, Albin - upon reaching melee range - began with a swing upwards diagonally, aiming to slash against Cami’s chest. In response, she lowered her grip, and ever so slightly tilted her Asauchi, causing Albin’s blade to effortlessly deflect off of hers, seeming to leave himself open for an attack. But Camila didn’t dare attempt a counter. She knew she probably wouldn’t be able to land one currently, so she didn’t even bother attempting to. Albin seemed to be banking on a counter attempt, though.
With no real idea how to proceed further, Albin used the force at which his blade had been deflected to swing his arms overhead, and go in for a horizontal slash from his right to left, once again looking to devastate the shinigami in one attack. And, once again, Camila was prepared for it. She ever so slightly moved her sword once again, causing Albin to bounce off of it, and throw his arms back. Having put as much force into the second swing as he did, Albin took a step back, leaving Camila with the perfect advantage over the situation.
With devastating force, Camila turned her weapon a full 90 degrees, and slashed with as much force as she could muster, similarly to what Albin had been doing. She was prepared for a strong counter, as was her fighting style. Set the opponent up to make mistakes, and then punish those mistakes accordingly. Well, having put too much force into the attack, Albin left himself quite vulnerable. As such, she decided to capitalize on this swing to the best of her ability, attempting to end the fight in one blow.
Albin smirked. He took another step back, as though still recovering from the recoil, and managed to dodge Camila’s swipe by a hair. He had gotten lucky, no doubt. That swing very well could’ve ended the fight as was, should it have hit him. He’d have to be more careful next time. Once he had actually managed to catch his footing, he pulled his blade down from its position in recoil limbo, and went straight for the shinigami’s legs. What better place to attack than a place that could’ve very easily put her out of commission and into temporary paralysis?
Taking a similar strategy from the one she grew to dislike, Camila took a step back, though slid her heels along the ground as to avoid any cutting from the hollow. She needed to step up her game, or Albin was likely going to turn her to mincemeat. He was going all out. It was about time she did the same, whether she wanted to or not. As such, she pulled her blade back, and close to the ground. She took a second to breathe in, and then quickly slashed upward in a vertical motion, hoping to catch Albin at least somewhat off guard by the sudden attack.
Once again, seemingly immune to these kinds of attacks, Albin sidestepped the slash. She hadn’t quite seen anything like it; his speed was incredible! It was like he teleported, or something! Once again, he smirked, and went in to hit her in the stomach with the pommel of his blade. Having been caught off guard by the sudden speed boost, Camila was fiercely attacked by this pommel. It sent her staggering back for a second, being the first blood victim of the fight. One thing she had always gotten used to saying, First Blood in a match generally ends up securing the victory.
She grunted, taking the pommel full-force, and being forced by her own body to take a knee. “Dammit…” she mumbled, “Looks like you’ve got this round, Albin. Let’s go for another, then.” She forced herself to stand up, not looking so hot. She smiled. “I promise you I’ll win this next round, for sure.” She assumed another defensive stance, while Albin sheathed his blade. “What’re you doing??” Camila asked Ablin, who seemed to be walking away, “get back here and fight!” He held his smirk. “Mmm, no.”
”What?? Why not??” She protested, unwilling to let a being of her own creation just walk away, “get back here and fight me!” Albin merely smirked. “I dunno, I clearly bested you here, give me a reason to and I might just rejoin the fight. If you don’t have a reason, then I’m clearly wasting my time here, no?” Once again, he returned to leaning against the wall. Camila stared at him in pure anger. She wasn’t going to have this. Focusing her reiatsu into the length of her blade, she inhaled, then exhaled heavily. She was going to make him fight. She was going to continue this fight.
”Damn you, Albin!” she shouted, sprinting toward the hollow, though not quite enough to catch him off-guard. Not catching him off-guard was right, as he quickly pushed himself off, and came down with one hell of an overhead swing on the girl. He smirked in confidence, fully prepared to win this conflict, unaware of what was about to happen when he went to attack the girl. Dumping all of her spiritual pressure into her reiatsu strength, Camila was now planning on going straight for the offensive, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
She shouted a long, drawn out shout, and went for a diagonal swing, from his upper left to his lower right chest. His blade came down with the utmost force, looking to outclass her in terms of damage, but her swing seemed to power through anything that he thought he could do. Before he knew it, Albin’s broadsword clanged to the ground, while he stood in awe with a fairly large slash across his chest. Both of them were breathing heavily, anger on their faces. Camila with rage over Albin walking away, and Albin due to the hit that actually managed to hit him.
She took a few slow steps back, waiting for the hollow to acknowledge the attack. He stood there, arms open in shock, breathing heavily. He was obviously in some sort of pain, but didn’t want to acknowledge that. He didn’t want her to think that, even though she was already way ahead of him. She knew he was hurting, and she relished in it. She was glad to see it was the case; it was humbling for him, no doubt. After a few seconds, Camila stood up, still breathing heavily, and relaxed her arm. “So? Anything to say after that?”
Albin merely stared at her with fury, still unable to say anything. He slowly walked up to her, though it was quite awkwardly as to minimize the amount of pain he felt from that large gash across his chest, and got into her face. His voice was fairly calm, though his words hinted at something very different. “Listen here, Camila. I don’t know who you think you are, standing up against me, but this ends now. You’re never going to be on level with me, and that’s a fucking fact. Now, step. Down.”
”Mm, no.” She replied, smirking the entire time. It felt good to talk back to Albin, after all of the years of torment he had put her through. All of the hell that she had to endure in order to stand up to this jackass had finally paid off. He grew angrier by the second. “You know what, then? Fine. I’ll play your little game. I’ll help you out where I can from here on out, and I’ll show you what I can do. But, when the time comes and you need me the most, I promise you that you’ll be left wondering where you went wrong, and why I’m not willing to aid you.”
Camila rolled her eyes. What was he talking about? Again, it wasn’t like the two were forcibly together, right? He could walk off any time he wanted without a care in the world, and she probably wouldn’t be able to catch him, nor would she really want to for that matter. When push came to shove, the two of them really didn’t like each other. There was nothing either of them could really do to fix that, though. Their relationship had already begun as a volatile one, it wasn’t going to be easy to correct past mistakes like that. Not that either of them cared.
Camila sheathed her weapon, as Albin turned around to grab his. Picking it up from the ground, he let it rest on his back so that he didn’t have to carry it. He was still full of pure anger. He was by no means ready to accept what had just happened. He was still full of this unchecked anger from the whole event. He simply walked back against a wall, and leaned against it once again. He inhaled, and then proceeded to exhale hard. It was like a sigh, but one that seemed to be done rather aggressively as opposed to a normal sigh. Camila couldn’t help but smirk.
”You done sulking over there?” She asked after a few moments had passed, doing what she could to hold herself back from laughing. Whether or not she wanted to admit it, this whole situation was incredibly entertaining. She was loving every minute of it. To have been able to best him like that, it was exhilarating. She had never felt more confident; more proud of herself before. She felt like she could take on the world. And yet, she really didn’t want Albin to remain mad at her, for some reason.
Walking over to him, she leaned against the same wall of the sparring room, and looked up at him. He refused to look at her. Noticing this, she jokingly tapped his shoulder. He turned his head to her, still noticeably fuming. “The fuck do you want?” He asked, “if you’re looking for another fight, then stand the fuck up and let’s go.” She gave him a concerned smile. “If it really meant that much to you, then we can just train together from now on. We don’t need other people to get better, we can certainly do that on our own, Albin.”
