This precedes the last the entry. They're not directly sequential, but this one does come before the other one.
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"Come on!"
Falcon growled, putting a little more force behind her kicks.
"You're not gonna hurt me! Let go, Falcon! Come on!"
She stopped suddenly, the anger in her chest that had been at a slow burn flaring. "What do you want from me?" she snapped.
He'd been pushing harder and harder, riding her ass at workouts, cracking the figurative whip...and now, Falcon was sick of it.
"You're holding back! I want to see you let go; use your full potential."
"Why?" she demanded. "I'm already better than everyone else and nearly better than you!"
"Because you're better than this!" he told her, dropping the shield to the floor. "I can tell. Why won't you just try?"
"Try?" Falcon snarled, yanking off her gloves and pitching them across the room, where they hit the far wall with resounding 'smack's and fell to her bag. "I don't have to try! I have to 'try' to keep myself in check!"
"But - "
"Do you know what happened the last time I 'let go'?"
Jaguar seemed suprised.
"I killed a man." Falcon's voice was low, thick with resentment.
Jaguar's eyebrows sat back on his forehead as he regarded her with dark eyes.
"Is that what you wanted to hear?" she hissed. "I killed a man."
He didn't seem to know what to say. Falcon stomped over to her bag, shoved her gloves and water bottle into it, and swept out, leaving Jaguar standing in the middle of the mats.
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