A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

"Have you talked to her?" Lunara asked.
"Yes, a little," Sintharia replied evasively, "she is still too weak for serious talk."

The blonde was not very happy with this answer. She understood that in this way her younger sister wanted to get away from the topic, but, nevertheless, she was determined to get the answer. Despite everything, Lunara was also quite worried about the state of their team. And although she was not a close friend of the Frenchwoman, she was going to find out everything that was possible. She put the dumbbells aside and started glaring at her sister.

Lunara:

Sintharia:

"I'm sure you can already draw some conclusions," the blonde said insistently, "and I want to hear what you think, you are her psychotherapist after all."
"Really?" sighed Sintharia, who continued her training without looking at her sister. "Okay, imagine for a second that I died. How would you feel?"
"I..." Lunara did not expect this, even though they are sisters, Sintharia knew how to confuse even her.
"Difficult to say, isn't it?" the brown-haired girl smiled slightly. “But I'm sure you felt pain almost immediately. The moment this picture began to grow in front of your eyes, you felt a lump in your throat, and your mouth began to fill with a taste of decay. You partially felt what it means to lose everything. Charlotte feels like that right now. "

Lunara looked away in annoyance. That was the answer she was afraid of. But at least now she knew what was happening. Of course, her sister could have chosen another way to explain all this. But it was Sintharia, she always knew what to press on in order to cause this or that reaction, that was its essence and even Lunara could not resist it. The blonde wanted to silently return to training, but suddenly her phone rang.

"Yes? What's the matter?" even Sintharia turned her head, she immediately noticed that the bloody face darkened. "Got it. I'll be there soon."

The older sister began to grab her things, while Sintharia raised her left eyebrow slightly. It was obvious where the problems were. But usually Lunara sent her younger sister to deal with this, and now the brown-haired girl was very surprised.

"May I ask why you personally want to do this?" she asked.
“Because some questions require my personal presence,” Lunara said shortly, “if a leader throws such questions on someone else, then the leader's authority will be in question. And I will not allow anyone to doubt my authority. See you, sister."

With these words, Lunara went to the locker room, leaving Sintharia alone. This is not to say that she was too upset about this. Although, of course, this changed her training plans. Usually Lunara and Sintharia attended Charlotte's martial arts school, but so far this has not been possible. So today they decided to visit the AFW gym. Warm up, workout and sparring. Despite the fact that Sintharia still did not take part in the official match, she never forgot about her shape. Well, it looks like she's going to have to devote the rest of her training only for workout. Suddenly she heard a voice from the side.

Sintharia slowly turned her head and looked at the girl who had asked her a question. Blonde. Almost the same height as Sintharia herself. Interestingly, even in terms of weight, they were quite identical. But that was not the point. Sintharia, of course, recognized this girl. Not only because she was forward-thinking and studied AFW's extensive roster of wrestlers, but also because Belinda Northman was quite famous. A sequence of actions was formed in the head of the brown-haired girl in the blink of an eye. She smiled slightly.

"Yes, we can say so," she replied, "Sintharia Ashmore, nice to meet you."

The girl shifted the dumbbell from her right palm to her left and held out her right hand, offering the blonde a handshake. It seems that this day will not be boring after all. She hasn’t had to interact with anyone other than their teammates yet. Lunara started her career a long time ago. And although Sintharia tried not to think about it, she was a little jealous of her erased sister. Lunara came here to enjoy sex and other such things. But Sintharia tried to find pleasure in a slightly different area. And perhaps now she has her first real chance.

Oh, and she has a good grip. Although it was not surprising, it was impossible not to notice the excellent athletic training of the Swedish girl. Events were taking a very interesting turn. Sintharia and Lunara were opposites in many ways. But there were also things that both Ashmore sisters simply could not ignore. For example, Lunara was madly in love with girls with a bright athletic physique. And on this issue, Sintharia was more than in solidarity with her older sister.

“Yes, my parents had good taste and a sense of humor when they gave me the name,” Sintharia replied, letting go of Belinda's hand.

The brown-haired girl, taking advantage of a break from her workout, put the dumbbells on the rack, and then took a bottle of water. She behaved like any other ordinary person in her place behaved. She looked at Belinda with obvious interest. And although it was not noticeable, she paid attention to every movement of her new acquaintance, to every word she said. These were all signals that helped her learn a little more.

The American girl smiled again, slightly condescending this time. Belinda's assumption that she might be one of masked wrestlers who enter the ring was quite amusing for Sintharia. She would never do that. She was proud of her aristocratic appearance and would never hide it under a mask. In addition, she had a different mask, which no one can see until she herself wants it.

“No, unlike my older sister, Lunara, I have not yet stepped into the AFW ring,” she said, putting the bottle aside, “but everything has its time. And when that time comes, I will do it without a mask. What about you, Belinda? Are you just keeping yourself in shape or are you warming up for the upcoming match?”

"Indeed?" Sintharia raised her eyebrows slightly. “I will not deny that this is nice to hear. Still, it's a little surprising to hear that from a fighter of your level."

The American girl didn't feel a flattery from Belinda's side, it sounded like sincere words. But still, it really was a little strange that she was ready to say this about a stranger just because of her physical form. Despite the fact that athletic training was extremely important, it said little about the fighting qualities of a particular fighter.

Sintharia greeted the next words of her new acquaintance with a slight smile. Despite the fact that for the brown-haired girl it was the first meeting in the gym with someone, it was not some kind of rare occurrence. Even her older sister was given the opportunity, which led Lunara to not only enjoy her training, but a full-fledged match after that too.

“Nice way to make friends,” Sintharia said, recalling the details of Lunara and Sierra meeting under similar circumstances.

If she didn’t have the skills to hide her emotions and intentions behind an impenetrable mask, she would probably chuckle at Belinda's last question. But, in fact, that was a really good question. She was well aware that Victoria specifically tried to keep her away from the ring. Because unlike her older sister, who was mainly looking for sex in the ring, Sintharia had other aspirations.

"Who counts?" she replied with a touch of irony, because she had really been here long enough without a match. “I have activities outside of the ring, so I can't complain about being bored. But, of course, this fact does not give me pleasure."

The brown-haired girl casually glanced over Belinda's shoulder at the empty ring. Her eyes faintly sparkled, although it was just like a glint of the sun.

"How about a little warm up?" she asked and this time the corners of her lips lifted a little more than usual.

The corners of the American girl's lips lifted slightly as Belinda responded to her words. Following the movements of the blonde, she began to move to the side. Sintharia felt a flame begin to move inside her. For a long time she had not had the opportunity to meet with someone in a fight besides her sister. And now she was in foretaste.

Therefore, she had to make some effort in order to keep herself and her actions under control. Even at the moment when the Swedish girl moved forward, closing the distance between them. Judging by the thrown up arms of Belinda, she wanted to converge in direct confrontation. And although it was not the style of the Komodo Dragon, she decided to play along with the blonde in this.

She also took a step forward and threw her hands forward in order to grab the back of Belinda's head and elbow. Instantly, Sintharia felt the power of the blonde. She never devoted too much time to pure physical strength, so she initially knew that she would not be able to gain an advantage in this confrontation right away. However, she assumed that, according to physical data, they were approximately equal, so she simply did not need to rush.

"Nice musculature," thought the American girl.

After the first few seconds, it might seem that the brown-haired girl was gradually losing ground, because it was very unusual for her. And then the Komodo Dragon took a deep breath, straining her arms. Stopping her backward movement, she was going to first align their positions, and then begin to gradually increase the pressure in order to gain an advantage in this confrontation.