Poppy swallowed, trying to figure out what to do. The other men were starting to stand up and she knew she had to move quickly. She tilted her head slightly and bit his wrist, targeting the pressure point. The man hissed, his grip weakened and Poppy managed to slip away, running to the wall and touching it. The men disappeared, and she leaned against the wall, sliding down it slowly, her chest heaving with breaths.
Derrick frowned. "Hm. Alright." He spoke into the speaker. "Pops, come on out. You're done for now." She nodded, standing up and leaving the room, her shoulders slumped.
He sighed, leaning back. "It is, but it needs to be done. There's a simple reason why why don't stop the simultation when she's in a desperate situation; it's because her real enemies wouldn't stop, so neither can we. She has to keep fighting until they slit her throat."
Poppy came up next to him, frowning slightly but taking his hand and squeezing it lightly. Derrick was quiet for a moment before speaking. "I think you know what I'm going to say." Poppy hesitated but nodded. "Your technique was sloppy and you left yourself too open."
He sighed and crossed his arms. "Go on. Training's done for the day." Poppy nodded slowly. "Okay. Thanks, Derrick. I'll see you tomorrow."
They left the room, and Poppy sighed, looking up at the ceiling with a frown. "God. I'm glad that's over."
"I really don't like that last one," she said with a sigh. "It... ugh. It reminds me of that time in the forest."
He shrugged smoothly. "Anywhere, really. We could take a walk, go to a cafe, even just stay home all day."
