Knees bend and tighten with the slightest movement, awaiting Bobbi to get in position. It’s easy to drown out the conversation when she’s eager, to have the noises of fellow agents training diminish while she works out the first move. Lean shoulders lift and drop sharply to show her shrug in spite the stance, hands curled carefully.
“Big secret, involvesa whole lottadesk-prep work,” downside: she’s going to be Washington-bound for the next few months, but she didn’t sign up to be an agent on the grounds of sight-seeing either.
Lips simper with the statement, “Two out of three.” A prideful urge met with stubborn resolve. Lean form readies before she leads with a roundhouse kick to Bobbi’s side.
bobbi watched her, keeping her eyes glued on sharon, focused, getting ready to avoid or recover from whatever sharon was going to do. bobbi shifted a little, from side to side, adrenaline running through as she waited with a certain kind of excitement to see what she did.
❛ BIG SECRET, huh ?? sounds pretty intense. how long are you are you on this one for ?? ❜
she barely got the question out before sharons foot was flying toward her side. it connected, and bobbi stumbled. DAMN, she had a good kick. Bobbi put her hand forward, bracing herself with it ( ow ) and flipped herself toward sharon, launching herself.
