Ren's POV

One step, jab. Two-step elbows out. Three-step punch. Four-step punch. Five-step bend, duck, and swipe your foot. Ren moved her legs and arms shifting on instinct as her invisible assailant moved against her. Twisting around Ren popped back up bending to the side landing a fatal blow to the kidneys of her attacker. Her heels made swift contact with the air. Normally she'd move in swinging her legs around the waist of her enemy. Clinging on and hoisting herself upright. Her front against the enemy's back as she swung her arms around their neck. Using her other hand to help suffocate her enemy.

Unfortunately, Ren couldn't wrap herself around air. Swiftly moving back into formation her legs apart, elbows loosely tucked, fists curled she moved to swipe out, to jab up, then to land two punches until her hands nearly came face to fist with Kyle. Narrowing her eyes on the man she crossed her arms.

Cocking a brown Ren sighed," What are you doing here?" She was sure no one else would be up at this time around. It was 2 AM in the fucking morning for Christ's sake. Kyle only smirked at her winking," Thought you might need a sparing partner." He said so cock sure of himself. His red burnish hair almost glowed like that of an orange fire against the yellowish-white lights of the ceiling.

Ren cocked a brow. Well, she guessed they weren't talking about what happened in the locker room. She was hoping that the little display a few minutes ago with deter him off. Make him shy and flustered to talk to her. She should have known better. But something about Kyle made her not think right. Ren hated that.

Suddenly lights flashed against her mind. The bright white yawning of the tiled ceiling as they ran, her small hands gripping the boy's as they both heard the blaring alarms in the distance. The red glow basked the halls as they scrambled towards the little ventilation duct. Panting from horror, fear, and whatever was left in their system the girl turned to the boy her mind already made up. "You have to go. You're the only one who can." Little Ren stated her tiny squeaky voice choking at having to say goodbye to the only other friend she had still alive. His tanned orange gaze met her own, as he firmly shook his head," I-I can't leave you. I won't. We promised we'd get out together. We will." His voice was trembling in their no pubescent tone. Little Ren smiled bitterly her small lips curling up as tears threatened to spill over her red puffy cheeks. She was what 8? When she helped the little boy escape her mother's clutches. Even though she was young at the time, little Ren still knew that her so-called "Mother" could not have this boy. Because if she did then the whole world would be at her beck and call.

" We can't. I can't." Little Ren smiled one last goodbye as she shoved the boy into the small cramped duct, not even big enough for one tiny human. 

"This is the only way out, remember what I told you. Make a left at the giant fan, then inch your way down using the sucking gloves. From there take the third exit, then leave through the janitor's rooms. There should be a sewage entrance to the left. Leave in the lower left-hand tunnel." Little Ren demanded before swirly back. Her heart beat a mile a minute as she stared down the approaching guards. Lifting her chin little Ren was determined not to let the boy die not after what happened. The boy gave her hope, he was her light, he gave her a chance when nobody else did. When everyone looked at her in fear, he smiled at her. He offered her a hand and she in return will save him from this life of servitude and death. Of blacks and reds.

"No, I'm not-" but before the boy could finish little Ren was already turning her back on him ready to face the guards to distract "her". With her dagger in hand little Ren ran towards the guards. The boy wanted to reach back to her, to grab a little Ren's hand, but then he saw it.

The little boy noticed the red nearly faint scar at the back of Ren's neck. And it was then he knew why little Ren couldn't go with him. Why she had to stay because she had a tracker in her too. She couldn't go with him if he wanted to be free, and so the little boy took the girls advice and ran for it with tears streaming down his red swollen cheeks and dripping against his pale bruised hands.

Shaking herself out of the memories Ren rolled her eyes taking Kyle up on his offer. " Fine. But don't whine to me when you lose." Ren stated her face as masked in the void as she always was. Her eyes showed no affection, no love, no kindness, no hatred, no anything.

Kyle's POV:

Kyle leered back at her as he moved to swipe her feet from under Ren. Hoping to make this a quick and easy fight. Most girls never expected the first move to be from under them so Kyle was always able to win using that move against most girls. Guys on the other hand. Some were able to predict the move no doubt having used it themselves, or were just lucky enough to dodge in time.

Kyle would use this move to sweep Ren off her feet and land on top of her then he would charm her. Sure she may act like she's not of interested now but when he's got her pinned under him she'll break. They always do men and women alike. Kyle smirked at the thought, just as Ren's fists came hurling at his face her legs simultaneously jumping to his right.

It was a good thing. Kyle's reflexes were as quick as a snake. Having been training for 8 years of his life. Ever since he came here when he was 12. he spent four years that he could remember on the streets with his elder sister, Maya. They rummaged for food and scavenged for something, anything to fill their hollow bellies.

Swiftly turning Kyle quickly, swung up his arms blocking Ren's next hit. She was quick, stealthy, agile, and flexible as Kyle smirked back from behind his locked arms. "Oh, you gotta be faster than that little kitten-"

Kyle would have been thrown to the mat on his butt if he hadn't felt a soft breeze below near his ankles. Quickly swerving to Ren's right he moved to elbow her from behind but Ren was quick to catch on as she swooped under. Off balance, Kyle's eyes widened on instinct as he tried to steady his toppling form. He didn't want to crush the girl under him. But he didn't have to worry as Ren popped back up head butting him under his chin. Stumbling back Ren didn't give him any rest as she quickly swung her legs to his left.

She was really keeping him on his toes. As he gripped her left leg with his right hand, he watched the girl lift herself. Hopping on her remaining leg to give herself a boost up Ren swung her right leg around Kyle's neck as he was forced to release her left leg leaving it to also help choke the remaining air in Kyle's lungs.

Stumbling backwards, Kyle slammed his back against the blue floor mats letting his weight gain momentum with their short fall. But Ren wasn't letting go of anything the fell seemed to have done nothing at all but hurt Kyle's own back as she twisted to free himself from her chick hold. Normally Kyle would love to be in this position just the other way around. His face towards her crotch and not the back of his head. He could already picture it now, his tongue licking her center as she cried his name gasping for air. As he groaned in the savory flavors of her juices. Not so much groaning from pain like he is right now.

"Tap out." Ren barked. But tapping out would mean Kyle loses and Kyle doesn't lose. Besides he was planning to win this so he could hold it against her in hopes of getting her into his bed at least once. So with no other choice, he lifted himself off the mats into a small summer sault with Ren still atop him. He caught the smallest hint of an emotion behind her stone-cold nearly obsidian eyes as she blinked up at him forced to let go or be crushed under his weight.