Codename: Delphine Academy

Codename: Foresight

K sighs, managing to dodge N's sudden attack. "That was a little unfair, Princess."

N taunts, dodging his right hook. "So it was, King. So it was. What are you going to do about it?"

She innocently smiles, though her eyes show the opposite.

"I'll win, Princess. That's what I do." K sweeps under her leg, pinning her down. He grips on her wrists harder when she tries to kick him off. "Tap out, Princess."

"Hell no!" N continues to try and kick K where it hurts the most but fails. "Me tapping out will only boost your ego more! Your head won't fit in the door if you win this match."

He scoffs, "My ego is what adds to my charm, Sweetheart."

"Ugh, you're a pig, aren't you?" She chided, clicking her tongue.

"Only to you. Are you giving in yet?" He asks, gripping her wrists again as she starts to struggle.

She growls, only struggling harder.

"Give in, Sweetheart. I already won," K grins, his grip tightening once more. "You can't escape."

His voice sounded almost alluring, as it deepened in hopes of convincing her.

"Ugh, pig," She scoffs, before flipping over and pinning him down.

"How the fuck did you manage to —" K starts, staring at her in disbelief.

"Shut up and admit you lost already."

"And why would I do that?" He looks at her with his eyebrows raised. He's slightly smiling as he asked that question.

"Because I've beaten you once before. You. The champion of the streetfighting ring. You. . . The King."

Her pride is showing through her usually expressionless face. She gets up, not bothering to look in K's eyes. She looks at him, getting in her sparring position, "Come on, King. Let's continue unless if you want to give in and say I won."

"Hell no, Princess," K gets up, grinning. "You are quite the mystery, N. Fine, I won't give in. I refuse to lose."

"Determined, aren't you?" She snickered, quickly blocking. "How so, K? How am I a mystery?"

"I don't know. But I know you're hiding something, Sweetheart," He mentions, sweeping her legs, knocking her down in the process. He pins her down, gripping her wrists and blocking her legs. N starts to struggle, only to have K grip her wrists tighter. "Tap out, Princess."

He stares her straight in the eyes, only to look away when she blows air into his face.

"Tap out."

"No."

"Tap. Out."

"Nope."

"Princess."

"I refuse."

"Sweetheart."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Your ego is big enough."

He clicks his tongue, not responding.

His grip becomes tighter when she twists her wrists to try and loosen it. Eventually, she sighs, not bothering to budge. She looks around, avoiding K's gaze.

"Tap out and I'll let you go."

She nods, rolling her eyes. He gets up and offers a hand. She takes it and punches his shoulder.

"We're tied. Leave it at that," She mentions, her voice demanding. She goes to the closet and grabs some clothes. "Go shower and change. We're going to find the others in the main building. I am not going outside this room, covered in sweat from sparring with an idiotic pig accompanied by the same pig."