A trainer could only do so much good before the trainee had to fly on their own. Crowly took a few brutal slices to the forearms, but since she had four spares, it only made her angrier. A roar of disbelief from the crowd celebrated Crowly’s win. Six month earlier, Crowly had been a chronic loser that only won when she was unable to control her emotions. Now, she was a calculating fighter that used her speed as an advantage and who showed off excellent gymnastic skills in the ring. She was a fighter worth watching. Trainer Kalfo came to watch the match with her. “You have done wonders with her.” “It has taken a great deal of effort. She is stubborn.” “I hear you have a meeting with the matron.” Kalfo spoke softly. Bex nodded. “I do. Now, in fact.” She turned away from her fighter being finally cheered in the arena and headed for the offices.
