Unseen Victory

Every hit I threw at Beatrix, and every dodge, was more fluid than before. Each strike was also harder as I gave every bit of my energy into my sparring session. Each time I glanced up, his eyes were still on me, and I would push myself further.

Beatrix smirked at me knowingly, but I brushed her off. She could report back to her boss later. Right now, I wanted him to see me kick ass. If he could