Alina was quick on her feet, and Quinn felt her weight forward, unbalanced. The other Acolyte had the advantage, and despite Quinn not wanting to admit it, she knew it. She hated it. Strong fingers wrapped around her slender wrist and pulled her down. There was nothing the Princess could do; her weight had been off balance because of her emotional outburst. A cold chill and a twist in her stomach shocked the girl as she fell onto the training mat. Yet, at the last moment, she was able to twist her frame so she could land safely on her back.
Quinn should have probably tried to scramble forward to avoid the rest of the other Acolyte’s body coming down to pin her. Flat on her back and Alina’s weight upon her slender frame. The sudden weight caused Quinn to gasp slightly as she felt as helpless as Alina was telling her she was. Looking up at the blonde, she was embarrassed for falling victim to something so simple.
Laying there, Quinn struggled slightly but soon gave up. She turned her head to look up at the blonde girl, her hair accenting her face as it draped around her features. Quinn wasn’t sure if her face was warm, because for the first time she really looked at Alina or because she was out of breath. Listening to the girl, her chest moved up and down as she huffed, not really wanting to hear what the other Acolyte had to say.
“I hate that you’re right, but I’m not helpless, so stop saying that.” Quinn quickly turned her slightly red face from Alina. She stared hard at the wall of the training room. She wiggled her hips somewhat under Alina, trying to see if she could try and flip the woman, but she was securely pinned. Quinn remained quiet as she looked up from the corner of her eye up at Alina. “What are you proposing?”
Might as well hear her out, but Quinn won’t admit to being curious.