Amicable ➵ Eric Coulter
"Come on softie!" Eric yelled in Aurora's face.
Aurora and Jackson sparred on the mat, but Aurora wouldn't hit back. Her cheeks were red and her lip was split, but still, she didn't hit back. Eric was now shouting at the Amity born initiate. Getting up in her face.
"It the wimps like you that end up factionless! All you Amity's are the same. You're weak!" He spat.
That was it. Aurora had enough. She swung her arm forward towards Eric's face, her fist colliding with his nose. There was a small popping sound, then her fist was wet. Wet with blood, and it wasn't hers.
Eric's nose was dripping blood, but he was smiling. WHY WAS HE SMILING?? "There you go softie! Use that on your opponent next time, not your trainer." Suddenly his face shifted back to it's normal scowl. "You're moving down a spot for that."
[Book One of the Aurora Prescott series]