2.36 Proof (1)

“Ah, I needed that,” I sighed, lying on my back on the ground after tossing Estel like a sack of potatoes over my shoulder. She was still winded, panting to catch her breath.

She got the best of me a few times too. Lenny, like the overprotective babysitter he is, even went to step in once when Estel surprised me by kicking my feet out from under me and slamming her elbow into my stomach. It hurt like a bitch, but I waved him off. After about the fifth time of waving him off, he stopped trying to intervene.

“You needed to kick my ass? Jeez, thanks,” Estel struggled to sit up.

I laughed, shaking my head. “No. I needed someone that wasn’t going to be polite to me. Even big brother over there treats me like glass most of the time.” I pointed my thumb at Lenny, watching from a good distance away beside the warrior building. There were others loitering around now too, including Mick and Miles, but they were far away enough not to hear us talking.

“I don’t know why,” Estel groaned, rubbi