Tight Match

[APlaying]

There was something Garlim hadn't told Linda before they started training: a few months earlier, the blonde goddess had faced Alaina in a match that ended in a technical draw due to the time limit. However, Garlim had sustained an injury during that encounter. When Linda landed that kick, the blonde goddess's neck snapped violently backward—causing her vision to go white—and the blow struck the exact spot where she had previously been injured.

For a moment, Garlim lay motionless, her gaze fixed on the lights. Every second she couldn't move her body felt like an eternity, and panic began to set in. But after a few moments—as Linda knelt beside her, visibly worried—the blonde goddess felt her strength returning; she slowly rolled onto her side and placed a hand on her neck. "Aghhh..." Garlim took a deep breath, relieved not to be paralyzed; it seemed the impact had merely caused a shockwave without actually aggravating her injury.

[anime_hentaifighter]

Linda was getting worried the longer her friend lay on the canvas motionless as she began to worry that maybe she had done the unthinkable. That she may have just paralyzed or worse killed her sparring partner as she was about to rush off to grab her phone when she heard a noise. As Garlim would take a deep breath , and then move her body as she clutched her chest as she tried to stop her heart from racing so far.

Once she got herself under control , and her heart would stop pounding in her chest she would kneel down onto one knee.Since the spar was put on hold as she wanted to check up on the other woman first as she said ''Garlim are you in any condition to continue the match or would you rather we stop the spar here and now so you can get checked by a doctor or anything''

[APlaying]

Garlim remained on the ground for a few more seconds with her eyes closed, focusing solely on the flow of air moving in and out of her lungs. Feeling the cold sweat clinging to her skin and the sharp pain at the base of her neck was—ironically—a blessing; it meant her nervous system was still responding perfectly.

When Linda’s voice, heavy with genuine guilt and anguish, broke the silence, the blonde goddess exhaled the last traces of panic.
She slowly opened her eyes, meeting her companion’s terrified gaze. With a measured effort, she pressed her palms against the ground and shifted from lying on her side to an all-fours position, letting her head hang for a moment before rising onto her knees to mirror Linda’s posture.
"Give me... give me a second, Linda," Garlim said, her voice a bit raspier than usual, as she gently massaged the side of her neck, searching for the pressure points her doctor had taught her after the fight with Alaina.

When Linda asked if they needed to see a doctor, Garlim slowly shook her head. "No, it’s fine, Linda; you did perfectly... I said we should make it a mock fight; I understand you were just trying to make it more exciting for me." The blonde tried to force a smile to ease the tension, though the slight tremor in her hands betrayed the fact that the adrenaline was still coursing through her body. She looked Linda in the eye, realizing just how close her friend had come to rushing her to the emergency room. Garlim knew that hiding her previous injury had been a foolish mistake—an excess of pride that had nearly given her training partner a heart attack from sheer fright.