Bellamy + Kara

Bellamy looked at Kara in disbelief, looking between her and the machete that was lodged into the tree beside him. "You just threw that at me!"

She held back a grin as he glared at her, his eyes giving away his wariness as if he wasn't sure what she was going to do- kill him or just toy with him... "What are you doing?" He frowned as she came forward. Unlike him, her face showed no emotion which put him on edge.

Standing just in front of him she raised her hand and gripped the handle of her blade before pulling it harshly from the tree. "You wanted to know how the Grounders fight, they don't use guns Bellamy but they're skilled warriors with the spears, bows and blades. They're ruthless and quite frankly, you need to brush up on your fighting skills Kika." (Survivor.)

Bellamy scowled in distaste as he listened to her, not questioning what she had told him but focuses on the fact that she insulted his skills. Glaring, he put his foot back as he swung his elbow round and hit her jaw, giving her a smug smirk as she spat the blood out of her mouth- a scowl fitted on the smug male. "My fighting skills are fine."

She dug the blade into the earth's dirt and kicked her leg out, hitting him in his stomach and winding him. He gasped falling back onto his knees with a groan, clutching his stomach.

Her gaze didn't falter when he looked up at her in annoyance, slowly clambering to his feet, "Alright, fine."

After a couple hours, Bellamy called it quits. Sweat coated his skin and a few bruises and small cuts littered his skin, his top was left hanging on a tree branch after he disregarded it a short time into their fighting.

She taught him basic Grounder movements and how they strike in different situations. Other then that she was just toying with him as he was getting more frustrated with her and the same line she spoke each time she'd pin him down, "clear your mind Bellamy, don't focus on your emotions."

He leant against a tree opposite her as she sat on a rock, cleaning and sharpening her blade before slipping it back into place and standing. "It'll be getting dark soon, you should head back to your camp. It'll be more dangerous for you then." Bellamy watched as she lifted his shirt and tossed it at him. He caught it easily before stuffing it into his belt which she raised a curious eyebrow at, "I'd rather not have it smelling of sweat, Sweetheart. It's my only one at the moment." He chuckled.

She shrugged dismissively and said her goodbyes and began her trek back to her bunker. Glancing back to where he'd be walking, she caught his gaze from across the trees. A teasing smirk lit up his face as she spun back around with tinted cheeks.