They didn't need to say much more. That was the thing about rivals who respected each other—every movement became a conversation. Ariel led with power, Avery answered with precision. The session turned into a silent duel of sweat and will, neither giving an inch.
"Same time tomorrow?" Avery asked.
"Wouldn't miss it," Ariel said.
The gym was quiet, save for the soft thud of a jump rope and the steady rhythm of breath. Ariel X moved through her warm-up like water—fluid, controlled, relentless. Across the mat, Avery Jane was already mid-stretch, her eyes half-closed, but her focus sharp as a blade. ariel x and avery jane
"You're up early," Ariel said, not breaking stride. They didn't need to say much more
"Always," Avery replied, rolling onto her feet. "You know I don't like playing catch-up." The session turned into a silent duel of