"Yes, I'm ready...though I really want to do something more than just sitting around." she said sitting down. She wondered if he'd brought a pencil so she could practice writing. She felt jumpy and her fingers drummbed against her leg and her feet tapped against the floor.
Kyvan sighed. "Yes, I bet you would be. But you haven't really earned my trust, Rhine. I can't let you out or give you anything that you can use as a weapon until I can trust you." He looked her in the eye, "I can teach you to read if you still want that but I can't let you walk around or anything. ANd you also own me a secret."
Try just sighed, "Yeah." was all she said, though she swore she was going to go stir crazy if she was kept in here much longer. There were no windows anywhere, and the room was bare except for teh bed, night stand and chair. She looked around. Her loft was nicer than this and it had no heating, electricty, plumbing, and had no glass in the windows. She felt like a prisoner!
Kyvan watched her. Then he stood suddenly and opened the door. "Hey, bud!"
Red entered the hall and looked questioningly at him.
"We're gonna be making some wracket in here but it's noting to worry about okay?"
Kyvan shut the door back and began to shove the furniture to the side of the room. He gently placed the cat on the bed and then turned to Rhine in a fighting postition.
"Let's fight first. No weapons and no cheap shots that can really hurt us. THis is purely for exercise." Kyvan smiled, "How about it? You up to it?"
Try grinned and getting up got into her fighting stance, "Yeah, no cheap shots, no permentant or excesive damage, got it." she said. She came forward with a right hook to the jaw to distract and then finished with a jab towards the stomach. She needed to get her blood pumping again, and fighting was always fun, no matter hwo the oppenant as long as it was fair that was. 'Fighting' a little kid wasn't fun cause you alwasy won and the kid always lost.
Kyvan didn't have time to avoid her gut punch, but he had time to harden his abs so it only bruised him instead of knock the breath away.
Note to self: she is a quick fighter, not the strongest out there but still can pack a punch
Kyvan retaliated with a quick jab at her left shoulder to test her reflexes.
He wouldv'e gone for the legs but since she had been hurt there he'd avoid it.
Try moved slightly so the punch was softened and she didn't take the whole blow, but she wasn't quick enough to move totally out of the way. She punched him again, aiming for his chin, careful not to hit his injured arm.
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Kyvan did a back bend and caught his weight behind him with his unhurt arm. Then with he used his momentum to compleate a flip. He looked at her and smiled. "Not bad. But I bet you can do better."
Darkyn sat with Rebecca as he viewed the blue prints.
"Do you think we have to means to rebuild this?"
She nodded, smirking. "Yes, my Commander. We have many Old artifacts and books at our command. This new weapon will be built. It may not be as good or as fancy but it will be able to take care of our problems."
Darkyn nodded. "Good. Start on it imedatly."
Rebecca rolled up the plans. "As you wish."
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Try grunted slightly when the guy flipped over and came forard in a sort of charge. Her fist came towards his face in a punch, that was mostly for a distraction, and her good leg swung up in a round-house kick towards his head, she knew she'd hit him with one strike, then she could follow up with something depending on how he reacted. Her injured leg hurt because she was pushing all her weight on it, but she just gritted her teeth.
Kyvan knocked her leg back and took the punch to his jaw. He took a step back and smiled. She was good. He turned his defense to offense. He thrust both arms in a quick boxer's hit- aiming to hit her on her back.
Try blocked his strike and then turned the block into a clinch(grab). Gripping his arms she pulled back, using his own momentum and wieght to pull him towards her her foot tensing, ready to trip or kick next, whichever move worked best.
Risk made sure eh cleaned near the older man's pffice, listening to the conversations that went on inside. Most of them seemed unimportant like reading lessons or questions about books that Yoo couldn't answer. He made note of everyone who went in and out, listing them in his head from highest suspect to lowest suspect.
Kyvan smiled. He had expected the move. He used her and his momentum to spin and in a conplicated move, that he had only perfected two months ago, twisted himself and Rhine to where she was against his chest and he had his arm around her throat and head in a headlock.
"Not too shabby," Kyvan laughed, panting slightly. "What else you got?"
Try hated headlocks, she tensed though and kicked his right leg out from under him by hooking her foot and jerking. They bot fell to the ground and Try started to try and struggle against the headlock, trying to find the weak point in it. She'd gotten out of head locks before, but it had never been easy or cofortable to get out of a headlock.
Kyvan's breath was knocked out of him as her elbow got his gut, but he kept his grip strong. He then wrapped his legs around hers so she couldn't kick him.
In the hall Kyvan could hear Wyvern shreak. They were begining to make a lot of wracket.
"Do you want to call it quits yet? Or are you still up for a challenge?" Kyvan wheezed.
Try felt his legs wrap around her, she started to panic, the only person who'd ever done that before had been that soldier person when she was 12 and living in the streets. Her mind flashed back to that day. She could smell hsi breath again, feel his sweaty hands on her small body. Her struggles against the guy became that of one who was frightened and panicked, not a calm fighter. Her mind kept flipping form that day when she was 12 to day, she'd see the guard, but then see this guy, who she still hand't figured out what to call.
Kyvan felt Rhine tense under him. He looked down at her. She looked scared.
Oh, great I freaked her out. Kyvan let go and gently pushed her up and off of him.
"Are you okay? I wasn't going to hurt you...." he awkeardly asked. He was no good with girls! He felt his cheeks flush. "Why...uh, why don't I leave"
He stood and nervously put his hands in his pockets. "Unless you want to read or something?"
Try sat on the bed and stared at the ground for a few breathing hard, "It ain't you, don't feel bad." she muttered. Then she looked up startled, "Don't leave!" she snapped, "You told me you'd teach me to read!!" she said, Unless you're going back on word." she added, crossing her arms on her chest and glaring at him, daring him to leave almost. She wasn't totally recovered from her panic atack, but enough so she could hide the fear under her normal mask of anger and toughness. She guessed she'd get nightmares that night, but pushed that thought aside glaring at the boy. She deecided she had to call him something, she had to firgure out a name for him.
He nodded, smiling some and relaxing when he saw her anger- the side of her he thought was normal- come back.
"Right." he reached into his bag and pulled out a small childs book. "This was my favorite as a kid amd I've used it to teach others with."
He held up Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. His dad had taught him the tune when he was a toddler. He had sung it to him everynight.
He handed it to her. "Remember, you owe me a peice of information that I don't know before I go."
"Yeah." was all Try said, she bent over the children's book, it was a children's book she could tell, but it was still hard for her to read because of teh spelling. They had the pronunciation next to the words though. She would sometimes trace the words with her finger on the blanket as if using that instead of writing it down to help her remember. Omen purred and rubbed against her uninjured leg, he'd jumped out or down from wherever he'd been.