Jude
I'll stare at the ceiling, I'll wait right here
Perhaps he'd underestimated her, but instead of disappointment, there's only pride and satisfaction bubbling up in his chest. He's going a bit easy on her, yes, but most assailants were rather simplistic in their attacks; relying more on shock and surprise than skill and technique.
He lets her arm go readily, and though he'd like to see what her true offense is like, instinctual defense kicks in the moment she jabs at his side. Fonder of evasion, he spins to the side again, her fist grazing the furthest edge of his ribs and catching more fabric than skin. With how close they remain Jude goes for his second real blow, aiming a fist for her own shoulder since she'd had such good reflexes surrounding her stomach. His eyes are uncharacteristically sharp and intense, a tiny smirk forming on the corners of his mouth as the adrenaline starts to warm his body faster than any sweat.
He lets her arm go readily, and though he'd like to see what her true offense is like, instinctual defense kicks in the moment she jabs at his side. Fonder of evasion, he spins to the side again, her fist grazing the furthest edge of his ribs and catching more fabric than skin. With how close they remain Jude goes for his second real blow, aiming a fist for her own shoulder since she'd had such good reflexes surrounding her stomach. His eyes are uncharacteristically sharp and intense, a tiny smirk forming on the corners of his mouth as the adrenaline starts to warm his body faster than any sweat.
'Cause I don't get the feeling you'll stay another year
