#■Rookie Agent

Yes, the blonde, freckled, long-haired, raging bull was totally pissed off, the reason, still unknown.

I guess I'm about to find out.

I push myself off the floor pads with a soft groan slipping my lips as I dust the imaginary dirt off my cargo trousers, stretching slightly "That's my cue, I have to spar with this annoyed but equally cute blonde" I roll my wrists, briskly making my way to him at the spar center while retying my ponytail.

He took his eyes off the weapons rack to roughly glance at me, picking out four wooden sticks and tossing two at me that wedged perfectly between my sweaty palms.

"What's with you guys today?" I smile, drying my sweaty palms on my training shirt, "First, it was Hunter with a Bo' and now we're stick fighting? What is it, the medieval times? What's next? A sword?" I chuckle slightly, watching the scowl settle on his face like a danger sign.

"We're starting," Felix's deep voice sounded, followed by his long legs closing the short distance between us in a surprise and sharp attack.

His long fingers wrapped firm around the wood derived weapons, his attacks strong rash.

"What's wrong?" The thrill had left my voice and was replaced by silent worry just as his hit hardened, pushing me downwards.

"Shut up and fight," he force doubled, pushing me down on one knee.

"I won't!" I strain, struggling against his strength as I finally manage to push back, my kick on his shin sending him stumbling a few metres away from me and I look at him with worry, my training mates all leaving their actions on pause to watch the spar, "something's wrong and you have to tell me, what's bothering you?" I move back to the center, my curious eyes trying to read him as he lunged for another attack, his hits hard and persistent as he left not a second for me to recover or retaliate leaving me struggling to evade both sticks barreling against me.

"Felix, talk to me." I try again only to get two strong hits to my arm and stomach as the force sent me to the floor with a thud, and I could feel the attention of everyone on me as I quickly got to my feet, slowly approaching him while massaging the sore hit, a wrong move since Felix took my approach as permission to attack, and he did, with relentless and painful jabs, one particularly landing in my exposed arm.

And I knew something was wrong, I just couldn't get close enough to talk to him without him attacking like a threatened dog. I just have to let him cool off, all while I manage to fend off his attacks. But his next move caught me off guard,

He tackles me, both sticks painfully pressed under my neck and right above my collar bone as he corners me to the wall, his pressure holding me there and restricting my breath as my hands struggle to break the hold.

"You've got some nerve, trying so hard to be an agent when you're this weak" I could feel the contempt in his words, his face hovering mere inches over mine, the breath of his voice fanning through the length of my eyelashes serving as a canopy over my reddening and watering eyes due to suffocation.

I strain, struggling against the pressure pressing me against the wall, and managing to get out of the hold by kicking him meters away from me, collapsing in splutters as my friends reach for me, pulling me further from a friend gone rogue as if afraid he'd pounce again.

I tried to catch my breath as my friends surround me, my teary eyes looking at Felix with shock as he seemed unphased by his actions, and I confirmed, something was royally wrong somewhere.