Stretching my arms never felt that good.
Urghhhhh, fuck yeah.
I would love to say some dumb shit like they are popping and shit but that would be a lie.
They just feel good.
Smooth, and enjoyable, my joints are just screaming in normal! So in pleasure!
I don't regret training mobility.
Stretching my arms above my head, my head come follow it. Tilting up until my chin say hello to the sky. How do I know that? Because my closed pupils can pick up the light of the artificial sun over me.
It feel great.
Do you know why it feel great?
Because I'm healed!
Shifting my shoulders a bit reveal a bit of soreness left.
But like.
Soreness.
I'm good in a day, or like, even now to be honest.
With this discovery in mind, my hands come around my neck to grab the orcish collar. And boum.
It dissapear.
I don't feel any different "yep I just don't really feel any difference with or without"
Yeah we're testing this again.
The arrogant voice of malfoy greet my ears, the sound indicating that he's just in front of me.
"Yes, it does seems like jenna had the correct theory for stats"
Humming an answer, I finally open my eyes.
And see where I am. In the middle of the safe room.
Well not middle to be honest, more on the side.
The left side of the safe room, beside the bed, close to the goblin door.
That's usually where malfoy and I wrestle. There is a lot of place to move around.
"Yeah, but whatever, come here we have something to test"
And something to test we did.
He doesn't answer as he get closer to me.
Guess what we need to test? It's pretty obvious really.
Squatting down a bit. Is this the right words? I doubt it. I think it's more like, bending your knees and leaning forward. Kinda sitting on my weight, just making myself heavy and close to the ground.
But like, that's a lot of words.
So I'll stick to saying squatting.
Malfoy take the same wrestling stance at me, I raise my hand up, he does the same, we fistbump.
Obviously, we're testing if I'm really healed or not!
The second our fist meet his hand slither toward my face fast, pure reflex and primal instincts make me flinch back.
It wasn't the good move.
Obviously, we're just wrestling, he can't fucking punch me.
DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT IT'S SCARY.
SUPER DUPER SCARY
His hand come down fast to grab my foream, his other hand grab it too, from the other side.
Answering to his grab, my free hand come behind his neck, as he pull me forward for a takedown, my feet stomp between his legs.
It dig on the ground as I get pulled forward.
And with just enough of a grip on the grass
It keep me standing.
He lower himself and pull even harder, but that doesn't matter, with my grip on the back of his neck I pull him down as hard as he can. His head go down, rolling under my hand. Yes, he push down so much that my hand fly over his head, rubbing against the back of his head and freeing him.
He go to the side, getting back in a good position.
I'm not gonna let him.
Before I can do anything to grab the fucker, his double hold on my forearm dissapear.
Why?
Because he rushed me.
Double leg takedown or someshit, forgot the name.
The side of his head dig beside my abdomen, just above my waist. Both of his hands try to grab the back of my knees.
How do you even call the back sides of your knees?
FOCUS LUDGER!
Keeping up in the theme of strange ass technique I didn't know about but he taught me, I do...the...sprawl? I think that's how he called it.
Basically it's simple, it's something of a defense for takedowns like this.
The steps are as follows!
First off you put your hands above the guy that's trying to send you to the ground.
Somewhere, wherever. Usually the head or upper back, I'm doing upper back.
Then you jump back! The grip behind my knees, sliding on the side of my legs, tell me he didn't manage to lock the tackle.
Well it's less about jumping back and more about hinging? How do you describe this shit man? I just let my body do the work usually...
WHATEVER!
Third step, lean forward, as much as you can, on the guy.
To make sure he can't lift you up, or throw you down the ground.
So here we are.
In the middle of the grass, under the real sun, not my sun, but a sun. Just as I manage to stick sprawl in sparring.
Fuck yeah!
Looking down at malfoy at my victory reveal that....I don't know what to do next? Wait wait, can't I do a guillotine here?
Rushing down, well my arms rush down. Not me. Rushing down, my arms try to ensnare the neck of malfoy, but this is the shit that would happen in my dream.
Instead, what happened is that I stayed far too long in this position and malfoy is now on one knee.
He slide to my right, on the ground. On his knee. both arms around my right leg and, he's lift.
What the fuck!? WHAT THE HELL!? I do my best to hop up and down on one leg as malfoy stand up, my leg up in his arms.
"THE FUCK!?"
HIS FUCKING SMIRK IS PISSING ME OFF!
WAIT WAIT, I CAN'T LOSE LIKE THAT!
He pull me forward by tugging on my leg, and his other leg come down under my hopping leg, Miraculously, I shift in a sort of bullshit split, sliding my feet on the grass, to avoid his sweep.
"WRESTLING INVOLVE SWEEPS!?" He doesn't answer but his smirk tell me everything "don't worry there is grass under you"
DON'T CARE!
He pull and try another sweep, and, and I can see it.
I can see it.
His feet locked around my heel, ready to send me tumbling down.
Thosz small thoughts make me remember the boars and goblins for some reason.
But quickly enough, I bat the thought away.
No way in hell I'm losing!
Look, I'm not skilled.
For sure.
At wrestling at least.
But you know what am I? I'm fucking athletic, so thanks but no thanks, I'm getting the fuck out of here.
My left leg stomp the ground, no hopping anymore, just pure propulsion.
My right leg leave malfoy arms.
I see the grass.
I roll into a ball.
And barelly land on my feet, tumbling messily but getting back up quickly after.
Before I can even notice it, three steps seperate malfoy and me.
I'm already back in my wrestling stance.
But, he doesn't press his advantage?
He just stare at me with those eyes that scream 'this is bullshit'
Moving his arm around, waving like a penguin who's trying to fly, his next words tell me why he's confused "did you fucking backflipped out of this!?"
I did.
"I did"
Wait, why am I talking like malfoy? And he's talking like me.
Before I can get an answer his hand come up to wipe his face in the kind of reality writing stuff he can't believe "that....that...you did. You did. Congratulation Ludger, that was a great save." Oh he's talking normally again!
He just look at me for a while before his eyebrow bend down, curious "so?"
"So? So what" he wave at my body up and down "do you believe you are healed"
OH RIGHT!
THAT'S WHAT WE WERE TESTING! I COMPLETELY FORGOT!
Pushing my hands on the side, I twirl on myself, do another backflip and finger gun him "YES!"
....wait is balrow healed too? WAIT HE MUST! Malfoy move his lips to answer me, but I don't allow that. "THANKS, WE'RE SPARRING LATER, GONNA DO SOMETHING!"
Rushing to the watchtower again, the feelings inside me bubble in hunger.
Time to test balrow skill.