Kyra stood in front of the new inmates. Just as she had requested, she had been assigned a small class. Four boys and two girls.

She stood talk with her hands clasped behind her back. "I am Kyra Jones, and I do not like smart assess. Don't try and take me easy. You six signed up for this, so today as you stand here in largest and greatest military training facility we know of, expect the worst. From here you either leave as soldiers or as a corpse. Any questions?"

Kyra sternly paced in front of the batch.

Stay stern. Stay strong. Don't show weakness, she continuously repeated her father, and mentors's, words in her head.

One of the girls raised her hand.

Kyra stopped in front of her. "Name?"

"Liza."

Kyra nodded for her two continue. She took notice of how neatly dressed she was. Her hair was pulled back in tight a bun, she wore a light dusting of make up, and had grey eyes. Kyra assumed they were colors contacts, since Liza had brown eyes in the profile photo she had seen of her earlier.

"You look really young to be an instructor here. How old are you?" Her tone didn't waver. She sounded neither too confident nor too shy. Kyra liked that.

"It's not age, but experience that matters over here. I grew up on this base and started actual training at sixteen. I'm twenty three, so technically yes I would be too young to be an instructor if I had started training at the usual age of eighteen seeing that you need at least five years of experience." Kyra was about to say something else, but she heard soft chuckling from a few feet away.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of the boys smirking and whispering something to the boy next to him. Kyra spun on her heel and went to stand in front of him. 

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear what you said there." Kyra smiled. 

Kyra racked her head to place a name to his face. He had sharp facial features and a single streak of red going through his black hair. Bread? Brett? It was somewhere around that.

He took a step forward. "I was just saying how I wanted to get transferred to another unit where I might, you know, have a real trainer. Not some pathetic girl trying to bw tough." He spat the word girl like it was an insult.

"Brad, don't." His friend warned in a low voice. That was his name.

"Well Brad, I don't think you understand how it works here. It's kind of like school. The people who make it past initiation or each put in a grade level. You were able to skip kindergarten and skipped straight to first grade, where you are right now. You want another teacher? Pass thus level first." Kyra spoke slowly, as if explaining one plus one to a child.

Brad clenched his fist and glared at Kyra. Not easily intimidated, Kyra smiled a hint of mischief in her eye.

"I can't believe they're letting a girl teach this class, " Brad scoffed.

Kyra couldn't say she hadn't expected this. In a band of military men who know they're strong, there was bound to be at least one misogynist brat. She just hoped he wouldn't be in her.

"Fine, if you think you're too good for this class let's take your exam right now. Pass, and you can move on to the next level." Kyra turned around and indicated for everyone else to follow her.

She smiled softly. She knew that if he worked out in any way, because of unavoidable physiological differences, he probably is physically stronger than her. But when it come to skill and experience, well there's a reason he only made level one after initiation.

Kyra led them into another room branching off from the main room. The flooring in the center of the room was a red rubber to soften the impact if someone is slammed down. It didn't do much when her dad judo flipped her.

"Well, come on Brad. Here's your exam. Beat me in a fight and hold me down, if you can do that I'll check your shooting skills. Pass both and you can leave this class." Kyra stood in the middle of the mat and welcomed Brad forward.

Confident, he walked forward with his shoulder drawn back and a gleeful smirk. The moment Brad was on the mat, he leaped forwards aiming his fist for Kyra's face.

Typical first move, it's what you see in movies. Kyra used her arm to deflect it, but the impact sent her a few steps back and probably left her arm bruised.

Brad brought his leg up towards her side. He was quick, but she caught it. His eyes widened as he pathetically hopped around on one foot trying to figure out what to do.

Kyra grunted and pulled his leg to the left, tossing him to the side. He lay face down on the ground. She kicked him in the stomach as hard as she could, maybe a little too harsh but she was ticked off at him for it being too easy. After sounding like a confident know-it-all, he went down in less than a minute.

Brad coughed and clutched his stomach.

Kyra kneeled down next to him. "I told you once, and I'll tell you one last time. I am Kyra  Jones, and I do not like smart assess."

A/N)

Story for wallflower_r, and her writing contest. Sorry for the last minute submission, I don't think I'll exactly win, but I enjoyed writing it. I made a whole story of her character in my head so I'm probably going to add on to this later.