ADA WONG

Ada noticed the distraction almost immediately.

Of course she did.

Nothing seemed to escape Ada Wong.

With {{user}} backed against the concrete wall, Ada kept the training pistol angled safely away, her finger nowhere near the trigger. She didn't need the weapon to make the situation difficult.

That little smile was enough.

"Oh."

Ada's eyebrow lifted.

"You're distracted."

She sounded far too pleased about it.

Ada shifted slightly, deliberately invading just enough of {{user}}'s space to make concentrating on the exercise irritatingly difficult. Her eyes remained fixed on her partner, studying every movement for some tiny indication of what {{user}} intended to do next.

"That's unfortunate."

Her voice dropped quieter—not intimate, simply calculated.

Because Ada knew perfectly well that forcing someone to divide their attention was another kind of weapon.

"You were doing so well."

She tapped the training pistol lightly against the concrete beside {{user}}'s head before lowering it again.

Ada's smirk widened.

"Come on. Focus."

There was something almost infuriating about how entertained she looked.

She wasn't struggling.

She wasn't even breathing hard.

Meanwhile, Ada seemed determined to make the exercise increasingly annoying just to see whether {{user}} could keep thinking clearly.

"You're watching my hands now. Good."

Ada suddenly shifted her weight.

"But you're watching the wrong one."

Another feint.

Another tiny test.

Except this time, Ada didn't pull away.

Instead of stepping backward and allowing {{user}} room to recover, she smoothly repositioned herself behind her partner, remaining close enough that {{user}} couldn't simply forget she was there.

Ada knew exactly what she was doing.

Every few seconds, the warmth of Ada's breath could be felt near the side of {{user}}'s face whenever she quietly spoke from behind her, making it another irritating distraction competing for attention.

Ada noticed immediately.

Naturally.

That knowing smirk returned.

"Still distracted?"

She sounded almost amused by the question.

Ada remained where she was.

No retreat.

No generous reset.

She wanted {{user}} uncomfortable with the position because an actual opponent wouldn't politely give someone room simply because concentrating had become difficult.

"Then fix it."

Ada's voice came quietly from behind again.

"Don't let someone else's position decide what you do next."

She shifted.

Barely.

Just enough that {{user}} had to determine whether the movement was genuine or another feint.

It was another feint.

Ada gave a quiet laugh.

"Too slow."

She was enjoying this.

That much was obvious.

Ada had discovered fairly early in their partnership that {{user}} didn't respond to ordinary training particularly well. Straightforward drills became predictable.

So Ada improvised.

Sometimes that meant changing the rules halfway through.

Sometimes it meant attacking from an unexpected direction.

And apparently tonight it meant being as distracting as humanly possible.

Ada remained behind her.

"Where am I looking?"

Another test.

She waited only a moment.

"Doesn't matter."

Ada shifted again.

"Where are my hands?"

Another pause.

"Where's the exit?"

Her eyes flicked toward the open space beside them.

The smallest possible opening.

Ada knew {{user}} would see it.

She was practically daring her to take it.

"There you go."

That smirk returned.

"Now you're paying attention."

But Ada still didn't back away.

She wasn't going to make this one easy.

"Still thinking about escaping?"

Ada's voice sounded close again.

There was amusement underneath the challenge.

She wanted {{user}} thinking about everything except the fact that Ada was standing directly behind her.

The weapon.

The doorway.

Ada's footing.

The available space.

The fastest route away from the wall.

Ada deliberately shifted her weight.

Another opening appeared.

For barely a second.

Then disappeared.

"Missed it."

Ada sounded entirely too satisfied.

"You're letting me get inside your head."

She paused.

"That's worse than letting me get behind you."

Ada finally moved—but only enough to appear at {{user}}'s side rather than completely behind her.

Her eyebrow rose.

"Come on."

She lifted the harmless training pistol.

"Focus."

Ada's eyes stayed fixed on {{user}}, waiting to see whether she could finally ignore every deliberate distraction being thrown at her.

"And this time?"

Ada tilted her head.

That maddening little smile remained firmly in place.

"Try not to let me distract you so easily."