train [one] kill.a.t h o u s a n d (Panthera)

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The sleek black rx8 idled as its owner was seated, hands lightly resting on the steering wheel, her blue eyes staring at the building that was a training facility hidden inside of a factory. An irritated sigh escaped through her red lips as her glove clad right hand ran through her blond hair.

Christine didn't like the idea of her having to be trained by someone, again. She had been trained by two masters when she had been a child. One was just a regular fencing instructor, which is how she learned to use her rapier. The other a Japanese Master. Of course Christine didn't truly learn any unarmed combat techniques since her master worked with a sword. That was why she was truly here, she needed to have a better knowledge of Hand to Hand combat instead of relying on her blades.

Finally, she opened the door and stepped out, her black heeled boots hitting the ground. Her body was clad in the full black body suit that was usual for her to wear when she was out and about. Attached to the black leather belt that hung around her waist was the rapier with the diamond hilt and a chokuto that was handed down to her from her master.

The blue eyes set on the doors of the building as she slowly started walking towards it. The noises of fighting filled her ears and she tilted her head some, pausing before the double doors before she pushed them open. Her eyes fell onto the many different people who were students here and they turned to look at her, as did the man who was in charge. His name was Taskmaster, she had learned that much when she had come here, with Midnight's prodding.

Her hands moved to her hips some as he spoke to her, but she didn't quite answer right away. She had started walking along the pathway made by the students and she stopped only when she was close enough to get a better look at the man before her. "I suppose I am here to train with you. That is, if your training is really as good as I've heard it is." A purr resounded in her voice as she kept her blue eyes on him.

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Christine kept her eyes on the man as he moved away from her and into his students. Everything about this was reminding her of a dojo. From what she had found out, this place was where henchmen were taught to fight better then they could before, but for them to show respect to this man was something that Christine hadn't truly expected. He was shown the same respect that an aged master would get and from what she could tell, he wasn't even that old.

Her eyes darted to the left when he spoke to her again, telling her to join in if she wanted. Depending on if she liked it or not, she would join in, but it had to really catch her attention. Her blue eyes moved over the other students lazily as she watched them follow the actions he made. It really was like a dojo, even with the training exercises he was having them do. Thing was, Christine had already been trained in a dojo and she didn't care much for the 'follow what I do' kind of learning. In her mind to get something to stick, it had to be used effectively.

Her arms crossed over her chest as she continued to watch the group, she didn't miss when she was being watched, whether it was by the master or one of his many students who happened to be male. She rolled her eyes some but didn't turn to leave, this school was slowly becoming interesting to her, besides she needed to learn a bit more hand to hand combat before she ran into some one who excelled in it. Then there was the case that if she left now without even giving it a bit of a chance, Midnight wouldn't let her hear the end of it, that panther could get annoying when he continued to press things upon her, but he knew what was needed. How that happened, Christine never understood.

Her head tilted some as she let her eyes fall back onto the Taskmaster, the blue orbs looking over his appearance. The outfit or costume he wore certainly was original and the mask was a bit creepy, since it appeared to be that of a skeletons face, but Christine found herself wondering what he looked like underneath there, just like any girl would daydream about a masked man, it just made it more intriguing.

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Christine couldn't help but let out a slight laugh when she saw the failure of the first man that was called up there. She had noticed that while Taskmaster had been teaching, the very man he had called up had glanced at her more then just once or twice. That was one of the things she found a bit annoying about men, show them a little leg and most of them fell to their knees only able to think about getting something.

Of course, her eyes moved back to the front of the room when he called up another student. Christine smirked as she saw that the female was able to show him every combo that he had preformed before the class. The girl hadn't been able to land any hits on her master, but she did put up a good fight, Christine could tell that from the acts of his students, Taskmaster's fighting was pretty impressive. Her right hand moved and lightly rested on the hilt of her chokuto and her fingers lightly tapped against it.

Taskmaster's voice came to her ears and she lifted her head up, coming out of her thoughts. She could feel the students eyes on her again and she closed her own, breathing in slowly before opening them again and started to walk down the pathway towards him.

As soon as she was standing across from him, Christine unattached the belt she wore around her waist and placed it down beside her. She was going to show him what she knew about hand to hand combat but if things were getting heated enough then Christine knew she would need to pick up either her rapier or chokuto and use it the way she knew how.

Her hands moved to her hips as she looked at him, her eyes studying him once again wondering what kind of move she should make. Most of the time when it came to fighting, Christine wasn't the one to make the first move so it was a bit harder to do so know. However as she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath she formulated a plan. Her eyes snapped open, the vertical pupils more prominent then usual. She moved towards him in a sort of run and before reaching him she dropped down to the ground and swung her right leg out, hoping for it to collide with his leg.

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Christine cursed as she saw her right leg was caught in between his but she didn't have time to figure out how to get out of it when he let her leg go. But Christine had to push herself back some before she pushed herself up, dodging the punches and kick he threw, but she started off back where she started. She glanced down at her swords but moved her eyes to look back at the man before her. She knew there was no way he was going to go easy on her and she didn't want that anyways, it would take the fun out of everything.

Her gloved hands clenched some as she kept her eyes on him, watching every move he made. She found him harder to read then any other person she had gone up against, but then again that proved to be a bit more interesting. She could still feel the eyes of the students on her and she cocked her head some, feeling a bit annoyed.

She moved again, this time at a bit of a slower pace but she then speed up, running towards him and just when everyone thought she was going to aim a punch to his face, Christine gathered her legs underneath her and pushed up into the air so that she flipped around behind him. She turned quickly to face his back and aimed a punch where his kidneys would be.

With a sigh, Christine knew this was going to be a bit more complicated then she thought and she didn't want to use her powers until it was absolutely necessary to do so. Currently she had a few more tricks up her sleeves and that was what she was going to use. Christine kicked out at him with her right leg followed by her left, using her momentum to get her back to where her swords were laying.

Her back curved gracefully as she backfilled towards the belt, her hand landing on the hilt of her chokuto. It was pulled out of the sheath when she flipped back to her feet, her hands wrapped around the hilt as her blue green eyes landed back on the man before her.

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Christine winced some, her arm moving to cover her chest as she finally came back to her feet. Even though the hit he had landed on her chest had helped to push her closer to her swords, it had knocked the wind from her for a few moments. Her eyes narrowed but a slow smirk came to her lips as she saw him remove his own sword from where it had been strapped to his back. She heard his words but she tilted her head some, the smirk still on her face. This was going to be fun, especially since he used a sword like she did.

She moved so that she was a bit more closer to the ground and then Christine ran towards him with the straight bladed chokuto. With grace that only the flexibility of her body could control, Christine turned sideways, her back arching some as she slashed the chokuto at his leg. Pushing her body back up she then brought it down towards his shoulder.

((OOC: Sorry its short.))

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The clash of metal against metal was a song to Christine's ears and she had to grit her teeth when he kneed her in the stomach, pushing her away from him. Her vision swam and she wasn't able to regain her momentum or concentration when she felt his leg hit hers and she hit the ground hard. Her eyes opened wide as she let out a slight groan, her back arching some. She felt the cool metal of the blade against her throat and her eyes turned to look at him, hearing the compliment he gave her.

She saw the hand he extended to her and she switched her sword to her left hand, letting her right hand fall into his and used it to pull herself up. She cracked her neck and slowly moved over to where her belt still lay. Upon picking the leather belt up, she wrapped it back around her waist and then sheathed her chokuto back where it belonged, her blue eyes fell onto the Taskmaster as she knew he was waiting for her answer.

Her gait was smooth and graceful as she moved back towards him, nothing in the way she walked showed that she felt her lose was something to feel down about, on the other hand, loses were how you grew stronger. Her hands moved and pressed together and she then bowed to him, her eyes remaining on him as she did so.

"Well, that little sparring match certainly did impress me, so I do think I will be a student of yours. I could learn a lot from you." She smiled and started to walk away from him, stopping some and then she turned sideways, her head facing him again. "Although, is there something I should call you. You know, sensai(sp), teacher.." a small smirk fell onto her lips. "Master?" The last word was said a bit suggestively and Christine winked at him before she turned and left the building. This have proved to be more fun then she thought it would have ended up being.