[attr="class","beck"]"then you should be able to win most fights."

with sufficient training, she should be able to win every fight.

"i'll teach you some holds and how to set them up. we can work on your striking, too."

he shrugs.

"for now, work on your cardio."

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

[attr="class","beck"]"you have thirty seconds."

he steps past her, approaching the edge of the ring. he lingers by the ropes, waiting.

"you'll be running laps after this."

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

[attr="class","beck"]he peers back at her, visibly confused.

"how else will you improve your cardio?"

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

[attr="class","beck"]"fine."

there's little use arguing something so menial. it should make no difference as long as she trains effectively. whether she does or not is entirely up to her and out of his control, at least for now.

"meet me back here in a week. same day, same time. if your cardio's still shit then i'll have to step in."

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

[attr="class","beck"]was it weird? he feigns indifference with a simple shrug of his shoulders. as long as it was effective and informative, which it was for him.

"you said to call you saoirse."

"would you prefer lulu?"

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

[attr="class","beck"]he pauses his exit, turns back around and approaches with something akin to curiosity. his eyes fall to her as he stops close.

his breathing is not nearly as demanding as hers. he exhales, calm.

"what do you want from me?"

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint