It could be said that as of late, Twyla Ashby had been making poor decisions. Or, she'd at least made one very bad decision recently. Going into haunted houses on the other side of the state and not telling anyone about your little trip was (as she now knew for sure) a very bad idea. This bad idea coupled with a mistake in judgment around Christmas time had caused the girl to lose more than a little sleep due to persistent nightmares that she had decided to keep to herself.

This lack of sleep didn't do much in making the deciding process much better nor did it improve the girl's mood at all. After a particularly long night Twyla was in a very foul mood that was not much improved by the fact that for the last few days she'd been staring at the black eye her girl/boyfriend had coloring her/his face. The shiner was given by a teacher. A self defense teacher, but that didn't really register with Twyla in her grumpy-but-pretending-to-be-fine state.

The girl had never met the teacher in question, but she'd seen him around and she knew he had an eye patch. She saw that eye patch as she was walking in the hallway after class and since she'd had such a wonderful day (or not) and she was sleep deprived and she was sick of seeing her girl/boyfriend always beat up she made yet another stupid decision to add to the pile of 'Things Twyla Should Never Have Done'.

Sigh.

"You gave my boyfriend a shiner." Twyla half shouted half barked at the man she'd never talked to before (in fact, she wasn't even really sure she knew his name) after she walked up behind him. For a moment her face was flushed in the anger that was begging to be released on someone, then it turned pink as she realized that she was basically yelling at a teacher and was instantly more awake and resisting the urge to shake. Oh my god, why do you do these things to yourself?

Poor, poor decisions.

It was too uneven; his class roster recently jumped up with men and the girl population was still down, even with his most recent addition as Katrina (who had a lot of promise). Koga, Gawain/Maya (who counted as one boy seeing as Gawain was the first to learn a lesson with him) and the list kept going on and on. He ran a mental list of female candidates and didn’t think of a lot of women who he could teach, mainly because they were too busy. That and there were a few he didn’t want to teach mainly because they irritated him beyond belief (a feat they should be proud of).

He was wearing his boots again now dry with mud covering the top of his feet after chasing down his hundred and thirty pound Saint Bernard during an intense game of ‘Come and get me’. Sam got Bruno but only after going ankle high in some mud. Classes were out and Bruno was being punished by having to sit through an intense grooming by one of his students that was also being punished for skipping class. He had two hours and he knew Bruno wouldn’t make it easy for him so the two hours would most likely take three hours.

Sam smirked slightly as he walked down the hallway through the teenagers, some he knew others he didn’t some he liked others he could live without. This was the closest to high school life Sam was ever aware of, sure he attended high school as a kid but it was only for a week or two to apprehend a ‘Dangerous mutant’ other than that he knew little of it.

"You gave my boyfriend a shiner."

Some one was yelling at him, he could tell by the look of a few students that were looking at him and the one who was behind him. He activated his powers slightly as a chill covered the hallway. Sam didn’t like getting yelled at it undermined his power as a teacher, it made other students think less of him, and that was something he couldn’t let happen, his students respected him less they didn’t take what he taught them seriously. The chill continued as he turned around to eye his assailant who was a few inches shorter than him.

She was blonde and it looked like she was already regretting her decision to yell at him, ”Sorry, your gonna have to be a bit more specific, one shiner to one boy isn’t really specific.” and in truth it wasn’t between his work with the police and his classroom activities it didn’t really narrow it down. Blue eye focused on the girl as the black patch stared at her blankly. Her face was pink and it looked like she was trying not to shake he smirked placed his hands in his pockets.

Twyla fervently wished that her mutant gene had manifested in an ability that involved turning into a puddle and oozing away. That would make situations like these all the more manageable and she was sure there were merits to oozing around over people's shoes and what not. Sadly, no matter how much she wished against it, the girl remained in a solid state as she stood behind the man.

The hallway got perceptibly colder and the girl resisted the urge to cross her arms in front of herself for warmth--partly because she wasn't sure if that was a more stubborn gesture and partly because she was pretty sure it would be more obvious that her hands were shaking if she brought them closer to eye level--not that her eye level was anywhere near as high as his, she could tell up close that the self defense teacher was at least four inches taller than her...probably more. Add that and the chill towards his intimidation factor.

Don't bite your lip. The grumpy part of her brain commanded as Twyla did so anyway. Luckily, she managed to keep her voice steady and a bit more neutral (although there was some sharpness that was carrying over from earlier and was also caused by the sudden spike in emotion). "Gawain Morris--er," He knew about the gender thing right? She was pretty sure Maya had had to tell him after the second day of training. "Or Maya." By the second name her voice had lost its edge and remained totally flat but the girl blushed deeper. "He's always bruised or broken." This was muttered as an angry after thought. See, she wasn't really mad at Tall Guy, more at the fact that her special friend always seemed to be in a state of disrepair which meant Twyla was always worrying about something or another.

She really wanted to leave.

She didn't like confrontation--it was avoided when possible. Twyla wasn't even good in a lively debate, the urge to apologize surfaced and she always wanted to slink away to a quieter corner of the world. Why is the world had she basically confronted this man that she didn't even know? It was stupid. Why was she so good at realizing her choices were stupid after she made them?

Twyla wanted to sink into the floor with the smirk and the hands in pockets move. Under the scrutiny of the eyes her blush intensified and she would have bet her last twenty on the fact that she was blushing the color of the wall behind her (it seemed to be happening a lot more lately with all of her sleeping issues and the emotions stirred by evil houses and...girl/boyfriends). You should go. Some nodding was done inside her head, good plan, good plan. Running away was Twyla's choice of attack--always. Brows crinkled on the outside. "I don't know why I said that." People passing in the hall were watching them, fun fun. "I should go now." Her words echoed her thoughts and the girl turned on heel, intent on walking as quickly as the definition of walking would allow up to her room.

At least you didn't apologize, scaredy cat. That's kinda a plus...if you ignore the fact that you may be some kind of crazy.

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”Hold it!” Sam said as he took a step after the girl his grin increasing as the air around them started to heat up after Sam severed his control over the temperature around them. It seemed he had gotten really good at this intimidation thing, that or this girl and her boy/girlfriend were more alike than they knew. Hell Sam got Gawain to sit when commanded a fact he was still mentally laughing about when ever he thought about it.

A short laugh escaped his mouth as Sam looked to the girl, ”What’s your name?” Sam asked his grin still on his face as his one eye fixed upon her. He took another step closer to her and then looked to the other students that were now watching the going on. ”Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Sam asked looking to a few of the boys then a group of girls that giggle and then ran off. His gaze shifted back to the girl who seemed like she was lacking the courage she once had.

He had to laugh again it was a quick laugh but then he decided, ”You’ll do nicely, Follow me!” Sam said heading to the elevator, it wasn’t a request and seeing as he was a teacher he had a feeling she would follow him. He didn’t ask if she was done with classes or not, if need be he could excuse her for the time being, perk of a teacher, she would however have to make up an late work.

Pressing the down button on the elevator Sam held the door and waited for the girl to join him in the elevator, once she was in Sam hit the button that would take them to the basement level where the danger room was. ”Your upset about me hitting your… er boyfriend?” Sam wasn’t exactly sure which side the girl was dating by extension both but Sam didn’t know what side of the fence the blonde was dancing on but he didn’t want to risk offending her.

Twyla held it, well, actually she stopped and turned back on her heel without a seconds hesitation. Part of her really wanted to try running up to her bedroom and see where that got her, but a stronger part of her mind got the impression that that was a definite Bad Idea and unless she wanted to reach her quota for the week all in one day, it was best to do as she was told. Maybe. Probably. He was a teacher, after all. Her face was blank when she turned back to look at him, there was still nervousness in her eyes but the rest of her face had agreed with the stronger part of her mind and was resolute in the decision to 'hold it'.

The self defense teacher laughed before he asked the girl in front of him her name. "Twyla Ashby." She replied quickly, a little too quickly, but at least her voice wasn't shaking like she had feared it would. That was an easy one, probably why her tone wasn't as shaky as the hands at her sides still were. Breathe. Twyla's chest elevated once slowly and then again as she watched the onlookers disperse in fits of giggles. You did this to yourself, now deal with the consequences. What those consequences were, the girl had no idea and it was of little comfort to tell yourself something you already knew--she couldn't change the situation at this point. Maybe there was comfort in there somewhere?

There was another laugh. Do nicely for what? The girl almost asked this question aloud but the part of her mind that formulated things other than her name verbally had gone blank. At least she still had the ability to do as she was told, the girl followed the man dutifully down the hall. Elevator? They were going downstairs, it seemed. Maybe that's where his office is or something and I'm going to get detention for-- He asked her a question.

Leaning back against the wall of the elevator (when she'd entered Twyla had given the other occupant a wide berth and chosen a spot near a wall) she replied to his question. "I'm just sick of seeing him like that--hurt and stuff." She paused and then went on after biting her lip for a moment. "That was misplaced, in the hallway. Totally out of line and all that, I'm just frustrated is all...I apologize." As she leaned, Twyla's right foot moved about, showing the nerves she kept out of her voice. "And by the way, boyfriend is the right term, today is a Gawain day." Looking up from the floor to meet the man's eyes she smiled. "It's kinda confusing, I know." It was easier to just go by day, tomorrow she'd have a girlfriend.

She slinked up the wall as Sam remained by the door as the elevator dropped, she was worried, as a good girlfriend would, he remembered Alex’s last words and shuddered mentally slightly. He had tried for a few months to forget those words and how he felt after he heard them. His hear shattered and splattered into itty-bitty pieces. He still wasn’t the same but at least he wasn’t as down as he was before, he could pick himself up from memories like this. ”As you should be, shows you care about him.”

Nodding his head again as the door opened as soon as the elevator stopped, ”It was misplaced,” he waved her to follow him, not sure if she had ever been in the danger room, it seemed more and more people lately have been getting some training time which was good, it never hurt to be familiar with the danger room. ”and no worries, I don’t take offense easily the chill was just for show, I am a teacher after all, last thing I need is my students thinking a girl could yell at me without any consequences.” and she was about to find out what those consequences were.

The giant metal doors opened with a swish and he entered waving her in again, ”Now, you need to deal with said consequences, you got guts which I like but you looked like you were about to pass out when I looked at you.” he continued to walk to the center of the danger room till he was under the god room, ”Computer mitts!” within seconds a lone pair of blue mitts popped up out of the danger room floor mitts that Sam caught with ease expecting them to pop out from where they did.

”Toss these on!” Sam said as he tossed them to the girl, as Sam stepped back a few feet and took off his shoes and socks followed by his shirt. His back was still littered with faded scares some long from a knife or sword others cut in intricate designs from when he landed on something he shouldn’t have and a few round ones from bullets. These were the mementos of his childhood he wasn’t ready to part with these and a tattoo on his back one that he would never remove it was a reminder of what he once was and never wanted to be again.

”Frustration is good, a common feeling we all get however not all have me as a teacher, those gloves have a blue paint on them so as soon as you hit me they will leave a mark, I don’t do this often so why not enjoy yourself?” Sam said as he lifted his arms and waited for her to hit, he then added, ”Oh, and if you don’t participate in this exercise Gawain and Maya get harder training possibly one that puts them in more danger than they are used to, so every time you hit me it gets easier for them.” Sam was bluffing about the second part of statement but he wanted to see what Twyla was capable of.

The mitts themselves were weight five pounds heavier than normal mitts, he smiled, ”Objections?” Sam asked curiously as he took a few steps towards her and lowered his arms.

He wasn't loud in the elevator. In fact, his tone seemed normal and conversational and if Twyla hadn't totally just yelled at him in a hall full of students she'd have been able to relax into their random elevator chatting. Sadly, that was not how the world worked and 'consequences' were brought into the equation, furthering the girl's belief that they were going to his--

Danger Room? What? She blinked for a moment as she took in the familiar blank walls. The man waved her in and she followed him, the doors closing with a woosh behind her. Guts? Twyla thought not, she was just really good at convincing herself to do things like go to a park where a giant monster was, take a trip alone to a supposedly haunted house, and, most recently, verbally accost a teacher at random. The girl really wanted to tell him that she was more of the passing out type than the gutsy type, but every time she'd tried to argue her lesser merits she'd never won and if he liked guts, why not fake them for a little while? He'd figured her out in no time.

Mitts? Twyla had time to think before a pair of blue ones were tossed at her. Without thinking hands shot out to catch them and when they were grasped in her hands her wrists gave out under the weight she hadn't been expecting. The one gripped by the edge in her right hand was lifted experimentally. Six pounds, maybe? More? More than four at least... She estimated before looking at the mitts doubtfully. When she looked back up the teacher was shoeless and shirtless. That was what, five guys at the Mansion now that she'd seen sans shirt? Did she have something tattooed on her forehead or something? First...er, Gawain (his cut arm bloodied up the shirt), then Carrick (totally legitimate--he was a shifter), Locke (when she met him he was already shirtless), Calley (totally illegitimate since he was totally naked after they...kissed) and now the self defense teacher.

Her eyes darted quickly from the bare skin to his face as the man spoke again--she had to know his name, Gawain had mentioned it at some point after she asked him about his eye situation. It started with an s...probably. And it was short...maybe. It didn't matter because what she'd just been told to do almost made the girl drop the painted mitts. Hit him? Seriously? Twyla had no doubt in her mind that most anything that came from her decently wimpy arms was going to do no damage but the idea of just walking up to someone and hitting them was just so...not right.

And then he played the girl/boyfriend card. Ouch. That hurt.

'Objections?' Oh the girl had plenty of those but she put her hands in the gloves anyway and swung them at her sides, testing how different it felt to move her arms. Brown eyes looked away from the guy with the short s name and stared off in a random direction as their owner thought things through and worried her lip. I don't like this, not one bit. How am I supposed to just hit someone? That's just...I'm so not...but Gawain. There was some more intense lip biting as the girl tensed up all over. How many times are my stupid mistakes going to get him into trouble?

And with that, Twyla walked up to Sam quickly (she finally remembered his name) and attempted to deck him in the middle of the chest with her right arm. The movement was slow because of the weight of the glove but it was vaguely familiar as she'd used similar moves on her older brother when he was being particularly annoying--they were guilt free because even her hardest and most meaningful hits had always seemed not to phase Nate.

He found her pressure point every one had one and hers was her concern for Gawain/Maya a trait he admired but felt that even though it was good to worry about those you care for it was slightly wasted Gawain/Maya always had the same stupid grin on their face as he did when he was a kid. It didn’t matter how hard he pushed them, they still smiled, and of course this was information he was neglecting to tell Twyla for the time being it made it far easier to see what she was capable of.

She bit her lip then started to charge, it was obvious she was hesitant to do anything, a pro and a con on several levels things he could work on later with her, Sam smiled as she wound up for the punch. It was slow (due to the weight of the gloves no doubt) he could avoid it or get hit the decision was his more than hers now that she was moving so slow. Turning his front foot inside towards his body and sidestepping then placing his hand on Twyla’s arm Sam guided her forward and he was placed at her back. ”Really? You want to help your boyfriend out and that’s all you bring to the table?”

He was pestering her hoping she would step it up if she wanted to actually hit him Sam would let her, she had to mean it though there couldn’t be any hesitation behind it she had to step it up and mean it not like when she backed down when calling him out for giving Gawain a shiner. ”You should step it up soon, already thinking of a few simulations I know Gawain is going to have trouble with.”

Her little...whatever it was hadn't gotten her anywhere. She hadn't really thought that it would...but it was disappointing just the same when you were hoping to do something and you failed at it. Scratch that, epically failed at it. Somehow he'd gotten behind her, she'd seen his feet move (she eyes were down turned) and felt the hand on her arm but Twyla was still confused when she ended up facing nothing but empty space and then wall. A small sigh escaped her lips. Her mind was already a step ahead of the man's words. I am so pathetic... Frustration was creeping into her mind as Sam chided her attempt at a punch.

Step it up, Ashby. A deep breath. I don't know what I'm doing. The girl bit her lip again and tried to focus herself. She needed to find her resolve, to find the logic that got her into stupid situations like this one (it was funny that usually she could convince herself to do pretty much anything). All she had to do was convince herself to do something she'd normally consider 'stupid'. This isn't even about you, Gawain's the one who's going to get it because you suck at this--suck it up Twyla and figure something out.

Another deep breath. Twyla's arm was still under his hand so she relaxed her arm and elbow, sliding it back and then down, hoping to get her arm free. She'd used something sort of similar in a situation at a club, but the guy with the soul patch had been crazy drunk. It might not work but it was the first thing she'd thought of. Twyla had to do something and doing another stupid something would at least get her more knowledge and would keep her from getting totally stuck...hopefully. ANything was better than just giving up.

Regardless of the state of her arm at the moment, the girl took a step forward and twisted to her left, hoping to at least touch part of the teacher this time. It wasn't pretty and it would probably result in putting her in an awkward position with her arm twisted behind her but the blond wasn't going for pretty. He'd just said to hit him and she figured the more blue paint she spread around the better. As she twisted, her arm came out in a wilder swing that was awkward from the position of her arm. It wasn't like in the movies or video games, Twyla didn't make any noise expect breathing--crying out in anger wasn't really her style and she wasn't angry quite yet, frustrated maybe, but not angry quite yet.

A shady grin appeared on his face as Sam let go of Twyla’s arm, it was an interesting move followed up with a uncoordinated strike. Stepping forward and slightly away from the berserkers swing Sam laughed, ”Doing one thing right it seems!” to show her what he meant he inhaled loudly and exhaled even louder, breathing in everything was key, and this lesson of hers was created to disrupt how she breathed.
”Berserker too? Man your really not helping Gawain!” Sam chided as he jumped up and backwards a foot then repeated till he was ten feet away from Twyla. She was going to reach boiling point and that was when things would get them where he wanted them to be. ”So if Gawain gets broken is that seven years bad luck or fourteen seeing as Maya is involved as well?” Sam asked curiously as he put his arms back into a fighting stance to prepare himself for the next strike that would require her quite a bit of footwork to close the distance.

Aware that he was only upsetting her Sam continued, his goal wasn’t to get her to cry his goal however was somewhat similar; he wanted her angry he wanted her upset he wanted her to scream. She was far too soft spoken Sam thought, the way she cowered in front of him when confronting her after she yelled at him. It only showed Sam she scared easy or lacked confidence he wanted to help build that confidence up and his way of doing this was giving her a task that would be hard to do difficult to accomplish and when she pulled it off and succeeded it would be that much more extraordinary.

Her arm was freed and her other arm...well, let's just say she'd done things much more coordinated with it in the past. Much less embarrassing things too like practicing on the uneven bars or performing a dance routine. Why couldn't he have asked her to do something more like that? Something more in her element and less violent--the answer to that was obvious, but still. It would be nice to get punished with jungle gym time or something, at least then she wouldn't feel like such a freaking idiot.

Speaking of feeling like an idiot, apparently she was breathing right but it still felt like a burn when the sound was exaggerated. Breathing was easy, she could do breathing--she'd been practicing breathing ever since she started with gymnastics, it was important for physical activity. It was frustrating how easy it was to make her feel dumb about something so natural. The girl's frustration was growing and it was showing on her face in the set of her mouth which had become a thin line.

It was frustration, infuriating, and ridiculous. Twyla was sick of feeling stupid. She was sick of feeling pathetic when faced with something scary or challenging. Oh, and she was seriously sick of this teacher waving her girl/boyfriend in her face like some bargaining chip or something. Dude, not cool. The blond estimated the distance between them as she silently fumed. Three yards-ish. Great, that would mean she'd have to run and then I'll get over there and mess it up again and look like a total mess and get Gawain into trouble because of me and my big mouth. Well, usually it wasn't a very big mouth...

Just do something...I am so glad I'm wearing loose jeans today. The girl rolled her eyes at herself and then started towards her, er, target. She was actually running faster than she thought she was going to, her legs fueled by the chemicals released when someone is flustered. At first the girl had planned on going for Sam head on, but when she neared him she sidestepped to the right (because she almost tripped the moment before) and her side was pivoted towards the man. Twyla had decided in the last moment to try and ram her shoulder into the aggravating self defense teacher (it was either that or falling over herself, she chose the more creative option).

She was angry now it seemed his taunts and jibes were working all too well. She charged him now head on a fact Sam was rather impressed with, it was so out of character from what she had showed him earlier but that was before when she was calmer than she was now. She missed a step and almost fell, he knew where she was going however instead of getting out of the way Sam’s stomach muscles tensed and contracted becoming more defined as he readied the shoulder to his body.

She wasn’t the biggest student he had nor the strongest and with his body tensed as it was he could have remained standing but as he was hit with the shoulder he fell backward guiding himself onto the ground, when he went down however he wasn’t alone. One hand on her shoulder and another on her waist Sam pulled Twyla down with him. He kept her close instead of further away now it was his way of showing her how confident he was about the situation. Even if she was on top of him she would have had a hard time hitting him and with the way they were positioned now she was practically on top of him.

”So what’s your plan now, your on top of me and I’m shirtless, start swinging away tiger, most girls would kill to be you right now!” Sam continued to taunt hoping that she would step up more than she was so she could actually land a hit. He wouldn’t give it to her but if she worked for it he might slip up and allow her to make contact. ”Remember Gawain is in your hands!”

"Shit." Twyla Ashby reserved cussing for select moments of high emotion. Normally she refrained from such language but when you were expecting to go one way and you were pulled down quite another you uttered your surprise in a grunt or a scream or a swear word--it was how the world worked. There wasn't any other option besides being pulled, there was a hand on her shoulder and on her hip that was dangerously close to being around her waist. Not appreciated, decidedly not appreciated. This was much too close for comfort and while part of the blond was angry and frustrated about the whole thing another part of her felt uncomfortable and awkward. So, naturally, Twyla blushed--which only made her more mad and embarrassed. It was a vicious cycle.

The odds of the wrong idea being given by the blush were high. He'd said it himself--there were girls who wouldn't mind the turn in events. That particular blond girl decidedly minded it but her blush said she was thinking something beyond the frustration. Kill me now. Not fun.

This was turning into an overly complicated mess. Twyla decided quickly that she had two options: attempt to struggle and get up (her blush liked this idea) or attempt to make the most of the close quarters. It seemed stupid to waste the opportunity that had presented itself--she knew she wasn't fast and if they got up she might not get close to him again. It was best to go with option two...that and she really was really digging the idea of hitting him right then. A small smirk as the blush receded back to its base of operations.

She was basically half standing above the teacher so the blond relaxed her legs and let herself fall down but she attempted to move forward so she'd land somewhere in the middle of his chest--it seemed as good a spot as any. As she did so her free arm came down as well, as if she was going to keep herself in a sitting position by bracing herself and landing with the glove somewhere near his shoulder. The fact that she had no idea what she was doing didn't cross Twyla's mind this time--she was focused on getting even for making her blush and calling her 'tiger', how old was she, nine? He was really starting to get on her nerves.

A grin danced across his face to mirror Twyla’s as she landed across his chest her knees on both sides making a nice mount position that would have been perfect if they were practicing grappling. However even though they weren’t grappling just playing hit and hitty Sam approved of her position for it was a fantastic one for her to be in and a not so good one for he to be in.

He didn’t struggle, didn’t lift his hips to bump her off of him more did he try stopping the oncoming strike that was threatening to make contact with his shoulder. He let the girl (who was just the right angry) hit him in his shoulder however instead of letting her pull the punch away as soon as she made contact Sam’s hand reached up and snatched the wrist of her arm and held her hand where it was on his skin. The blue paint was a bit wet but she managed to hit him, which was the goal of this session and now that she hit him and was angry enough Sam decided to react now.

Lifting his hips and then rotating his waist Sam pulled Twyla forward closer to him and pulled him into the rotation. Just as fast as she was on top of him he turned the positioning around he on top and her on the bottom under him. With a smile and no longer a grin Sam released her hand and jumped up and away form Twyla. ”Will you look at that!” Sam said as he reached his hand up and rubbed his fingers in the blue paint like powder.

”Congrats you managed to hot me, how do you feel right now?” Sam asked well aware of how upset she was at the moment. Getting mad was the easy part it was controlling the anger and frustration after that was the real trick. Sam wanted to see if she could turn it on and off like he was able to do (most of the time).

Hah! Victory thy name is the sweet name of vindication, of contact, and of a satisfactory blue smear of paint on skin! Well, at least that's what 'Small Victory's name is. Twyla finally managed to do it, she'd hit him. Not very hard and not anywhere that it really counted (and she had the sneaking suspicion that it wouldn't happen again) but she'd hit him. Although she didn't want to admit it, that little moment felt good. It was probably bad that she found enjoyment in hitting someone...but he'd just made her so mad...

The moment was short-lived. The blonde's wrist was captured not a second later, totally hindering any movements that she could attempt. In the next confusing second she was rolled so that she was the person with a back pressed to the floor. After that she was released and Sam got up in a quick hop that took him away from the girl on the ground. Brown eyes blinked several times and then Twyla sighed and awkwardly hefted herself to her feet (the gloves made it harder to use her hands to get up).

The girl said nothing in response to his 'Will you look at that!', she was too busy deciding whether or not it would be a good idea to take the gloves off and chuck them at him. He was a teacher...but at the same time she'd just spent the last however-many-minutes trying to punch him, how bad was throwing something at him at this point? Deep breaths were taken as she stood there, waiting to see what she was supposed to be doing next. After more air had entered her body and calmed down her rapidly beating heart it seemed like a silly idea to be chucking something...

The right glove was chucked anyway, like a little kid throwing a tantrum she'd just thrown the blue stained glove at a Mansion teacher. It was a good throw, mind you, Twyla noted that Nate would be proud of her arm. In her mind it was a legitimate gesture, he had asked her how she was feeling. It wasn't really a good representation of what was going on inside though. Another deep breath. "I was really really mad..." She bit her lip, mulling it over. "Now I'm mostly just really annoyed and embarrassed. Is Gawain still getting into trouble?" All at once features that had been simmering in annoyance morphed into something softer and worried. It was like a light switch went off in the girl's brain--there were more important things to deal with than her issues, what if Gawain was still getting a rougher training simulation becuase of her stupid mistake?