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Round 5 ends, and we find the failing Francophones in Dr Anya Sharma's office.
Dr Sharma (deadpan, looking at her clipboard, which is blank): For the last time, Ms Dubois, there's nothing wrong with you!
Dr Sharma (looks up): That is called a bruise. It happens when you get struck in the face. It should disappear in a few days.
Dubois: A few DAYS?!
Dr Sharma: That is what I said, yes. Considering Ms Chen's reputation, I thought I'd be fixing a broken jaw, or worse. I recommend picking your battles. (looks at Talon) Both of you.
Talon grits his teeth and looks away while folding his arms high, keeping his nipple region out of sight.
Dubois: I didn't pick anything! That MMA thug attacked ME!
Dr Sharma: Not the story I was told.
Dubois (leans in): Are you a medical professional or a rumour monger?
Dr Sharma (frowns with drooped eyelids): What I am is a woman who is going to be up all night going through, updating and storing a minimum of 6 dozen medical reports. Now, unless you have anything other than wounded pride (directed at Talon), I must prescribe you a healthy dose of getting the hell out of my office.
Dubois: I'm not-
Talon (grabs her by the arm): Let's go.
Dubois angrily points at Dr Sharma as she is dragged out.
Dr Sharma: Close the door behind you, please.
They do not.
Dr Sharma: *sigh*
Out in the corridor, Dubois, rubbing her bruised cheek, turns her ire on her partner: This is your fault!
Talon: What?!
Dubois: Some conqueror you are. You let that rookie treat you like a toy!
Talon: That... freak surprised me! She took advantage of Chen... Oh no.
Dubois: What?
Talon (grabs her hand): We need to go, now.
Dubois (pulls her hand away): I'm not going with a-
???: LOSER!
Talon grits his teeth as a man with blue eyes, blonde hair, sharp cheekbones and an even sharper jawline, wearing a bedazzled form-fitting black suit, approaches. Dubois is utterly entranced. This is the Fight Pit's Dennis Zázrak, Talon's old partner and the No. 12 overall pick.
Zázrak: Sorry, Zázrak. But Zázrak thinks, in this situation, they mean the same thing, no? You know, Zázrak admits that part of him was a little jealous that you would be spending all your time surrounded by women, but then Zázrak watched that match and remembered that no woman could compare to him.
Talon (growls): What do you want, Denisé?
Zázrak: To remind you, ex-partner, that at the end of this month, Zázrak will ascend when he claims Tecton.
Talon (Turns around and gets in his face): Tecton? You mean the title you ran out on me for? The one you failed to win?
Zázrak: Failure is your expertise, Talon. Zázrak has no memory or concept of such things. And when Zázrak becomes the Groundbreaker, Zázrak will have proved once and for all that he was the true master of His Excellencies. Because Zázrak is NOT "excellent", Zázrak. Is. Perfection.
Zázrak tears off his suit jacket and dress shirt to reveal his perfect pecs and chiselled abs. He then spreads his huge, toned arms and lifts his head to the ceiling with his eyes closed. Every single light in the corridor shuts off, except for the one directly above him. He stands there for a very, very long time.
Talon (scoffs): Come on, Serapheena.
Dubois stares at him with sparkles in her eyes.
Talon (grabs her arm): I said come on.
Dubois (pulls her arm back again): Let go, I'm not going with you. I'm only interested in real men. (She gestures at the still posing Zázrak)
Talon (roughly grabs her and pulls her close): Ne me provoque pas, femme! Or I will show you what kind of man I am.
Dubois stares in shock before grabbing his singlet and pulling him into a kiss: Show me, now!
Talon smirks, picks her up and leaves.
Zázrak is still posing.
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