4 hours later.
[06:15pm]
BAM!
Leon's shoulder slammed into Sergeant Tyla's chest with force, knocking the air out of her lungs as she instantly became disoriented.
When she regained her bearings, instead of looking straight and seeing her opponent, she saw the exit door of the gym and instantly she understood what was happening. 'F*ck! I'm falling, he tackled me again!'
She couldn't help it as Leon slammed her to the ground with force. This time, she felt like a ragdoll as she hit the ground.
Before she could react, her left arm was locked in a tight arm bar. She tried to struggle but the grip of her opponent was like iron.
The pain made her face contort.
"Yield!"
"F*ck you!"
Leon chuckled then he let go of her hand.
After beating her for 20 straight fights despite how confident she usually was in her martial art skills as a soldier, instead of simply yielding, Tyla became vulgar as she muttered curses every time she heard the voice urging her again to yield.
