Nina stepped back, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, her grin mischievous and wide. Sweat glistened on her brow, and her ponytail swung wildly with each move.
"Come on, Ollie." She taunted playfully, circling her like a lioness. "You've been all graceful and stoic and perfect like some kung-fu librarian. But I want to see some fire. Throw a punch like you mean it!"
Olivia didn't respond. She simply adjusted her stance, centered her breathing, and kept her gaze focused and still.
Nina narrowed her eyes, clearly undeterred.
"You always move like you're floating." She said, sidestepping in a loose circle. "Where's the rage, woman? You've got all that bottled-up energy behind that perfect little smile, use it!"
Olivia blinked once, entirely unfazed, while Nina pressed on, theatrically clutching her chest.
