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**Emily’s POV**

“Bitch, let go!” He howled in pain.

Malcolm slapped at my hands and I let go of him.

"Being a girl doesn't make me weak," I said, standing in his line of vision.

He glared at me, twisting his arms.

“Do you still need to train with that stunt you just pulled?” He asked.

“I do actually,” I replied, a grin beginning to form on my face.

I guessed he saw that I wasn't weak. That was the reason he was accepting for me to train.

“Fighting you was done on impulse. I didn’t know I had that much strength in me.”

“We’d just allow you to fight on impulse then.” He let out, massaging his arm.

“No!" I yelled. "I really don’t know what came over me!”

He laughed and I joined him in the laughter. He was like the chauffeur I met earlier. They seemed to have the same personality. I believe Malcolm and I would get along well.

“I shouldn’t be allowed to fight on impulse, it’ll be a disastrous battle!” I giggled.

“Why do you want to learn how to fight?” He asked, staring at me in a way I