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Sova answered simply. “Are you having
difficulty keeping up?”
    Wolfgang yelled out, unleashing one punch after another. Sova
leaned back, dodging away from reach. Using his raised leg fall back and using
his other leg to perform a trip kick, Sova’s thin leg bumped into Wolfgang’s
ankle like it was a tree trunk. Unfazed, Wolfgang stomped down on Sova’s calf, pinning
his leg to the mat. Before his opponent could put his full weight on him, Sova
used his free leg and wrapped it around the back of Wolfgang’s knee.
    Twisting around, he got Wolfgang right when he was off balance,
dropping him down on his hands and knees. Spinning his way back up, Sova gave
his opponent a firm kick in the keister, knocking him flat on his stomach. Sova
waited, fighting off the frail feeling that stomp had left in his leg. Head
down in rage, Wolfgang bared his teeth and circled around him like an actual
wolf would with its prey. Without warning, he charged in.
    Ducking into a lift, Wolfgang launched Sova straight up in the
air. In midflight, Sova had no idea what was up and what was down; flailing his
arms to regain direction. Snatching him out of the air, Wolfgang landed, ready
to crush Sova’s ribs over his knee. But, Sova stuck his arms and legs out with
enough strength and flexibility to counter it, holding his position in a wide
arch.
    Wolfgang struggled, having no way to pull Sova down effectively.
“What gives?” Any more force would just rip Sova’s clothes off instead of
finishing the attack, but he wasn’t willing to let go just yet. “I’ve been
practicing that move to perfection. Nobody’s been able to walk away from it,
let alone counter it!”
    Sova stretched his neck up to look at him, the front of his black
hair draping back over his left eye. “First time for anything, wouldn’t you
say?”
    Kicking off the mat, Sova swung a knee into Wolfgang’s temple.
Letting go, Wolfgang stumbled to the side. Curling his body upright, Sova
changed direction to sprint. Running up Wolfgang’s wide torso, Sova set a foot
on his shoulder and used his other to kick his jaw like a football. With his
head knocked back, Wolfgang fell flat on his back for good; Sova spinning in
the air to land right after.
    Seeing that it was the end of it, Errol snapped his fingers in
defeat. “Darn. I thought for sure Wolfgang was going to show him who’s boss.”
He stared at Sova–who was unsuspecting of his audience– and the anger behind it
could boil water. Returning to spare with Roland, he visibly threw punches
harder than he was before. “That darky thinks he’s so good. He’s glad he didn’t
have to fight me.”
    Roland checked the punches coming at him, blocking them smoothly.
“I’m taking you on pretty well. Maybe he should take me on for a few rounds.”
    Roland changed the fight’s direction, throwing the punches now.
Blocking one with an open palm, Errol grabbed Roland’s fist in a tight hold.
With a powerful shoulder plow, Errol knocked Roland off his feet. Standing over
him with his arm at his mercy, Errol held his neck down with an elbow. Not
skipping a beat, Roland tapped out.
    Errol let go, playfully ruffling his friends hair in victory. “You
were saying?”
    Roland slapped his hand away and sat up to stretch the tension out
of his shoulder. “Ah, shut up. That’s what I get for going easy on you. Best
two out of three.”
     
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    One perk the Oneiro Academy had was indisputable: at least the
girls there were in good shape. A group of them walked on the lake’s shore in
their bikinis, show off what all that good exercise can do for a girl. They
screamed in surprise, getting drench after someone cannon-balled into the
water. He laughed obnoxiously, splashing them for good measure. Laughing along
with him, they dove into the lake to chase him down.
    The lifeguard on duty stayed perched on his wooden tower, manually
pushing the searchlight next to him to watch over the students in the dark.