"No, you aren't allowed to fire candidates." Sonya stated in an annoyed tone. [i]Wish I could though.[/i] She mentally added as she shook her head at the sight of both Abby and Daisuke on the ground in pain. If it wasn't for that quick five minute glimpse into Daisuke's bright future, she would have gone over and knocked out the idiot already. However, as she was deliberating whether or not to still go with that plan, Abby finally stood up. The look of determination behind the young girl's tears made the red-head raise one perfectly trimmed eyebrow.

"Aren't you going to pick that up?" She asked, pointing to the cursed nunchuck resting besides Daisuke.

"There's no point." Abby mumbled, wiping the still flowing blood from her nose, "I don't know how to use any of this stuff."

"So you want to fight bare-handed?" Sonya asked this very slowly, just to make sure the blond was hearing all this correctly. Out of all the candidates, Abby was one of the few people to not have a combat background of any sort. At least Fionn did some hard labor as a child. Abby never had to work a day in her life and she was expected to destroy the misfortune that attacks the family with her own body? All she had was cheerleading and while that gave her speed and agility, those two skills weren't enough to survive the battlefield.

“Yes.” The tutor caught that tiny bit of hesitation in Abby’s voice, but once the girl caught it, she raised her tightened fists in a shoddy offensive stance. Sonya mentally sighed, already feeling the need to correct her footwork and placement of her arms but instead crossed her arms over her chest.

“Alright, come at me.” Those words rang through Abby’s achy head, but she truly had no clue what to do first. She cursed herself for not watching those dumb action movies with her father. At least that would have given her some idea. But she just fought Jak, and the taller girl had injured Sonya (slightly). Even Abby could see the redness on the tutor’s chest as well as the small dent on her boot from where the bullet hit.

“I said, come at me.” Sonya announced a little louder, shaking Abby out of her strategic thoughts. The blond clenched her teeth and swallowed hard before running over to Sonya, her right fist ready to throw a punch. When Abby threw it the moment she was close enough, it landed straight into the tutor’s open palm. Sonya gripped Abby’s hand, preventing her from pulling away before landing her own swift punch right into her stomach. The wind was knocked right out of Abby as she quickly flew a hand over her mouth, using whatever energy was left to stop her morning breakfast from flying out of her mouth. She was already getting her ass handed to her in front of all these people but there was no way she was going to throw up too. 

Sonya kept her fist lodged in Abby’s stomach not only to keep her from falling over but to inspect her disarray of emotions more closely. She hadn’t forgotten the agonizing look of realization the blond had on her face just a few minutes before, most likely from Vector’s news, and wanted to see if Abby had the fire to fight through it, especially in front of such a towering obstacle. Although, now that Sonya thought about it, she shouldn’t have punched the girl so hard. She really didn’t want to wash vomit off her boots today.

Those thoughts quickly dissipated when Abby suddenly reached out with her free hand to grab Sonya’s blouse. Sonya immediately responded by punching upwards at Abby’s elbow joint. Abby screamed in pain, but kept a tight grip on the shirt as she pulled Sonya towards her just as she brought her left leg up. Too short to reach her stomach, Abby instead aimed for Sonya’s already injured kneecap. The blond’s knee collided with hers and a shock of pain shot up from the impact, making Abby completely regret her decision. But when she saw Sonya’s left eye twitch just the slightest, she knew it was worth it even as the tutor punched her in the ribs. Abby finally let go and went down with a loud thud, but the smile would not fall from her face.

Sonya dusted her hands in order to distract from her sudden weight shift to her right leg. She felt a small pang of pain originating from her right knee and held back a smirk. [i]Well done.[/i] She silently congratulated the fallen girl before turning to the remaining fighter.

“Alright Naoto, your turn.”