[b] Trinity and Lance are in his training gym downstairs in his apartment.[/b] "First off Trinity, drop the "I'm the best attitude. It's going to get you killed." "Alright, I can do that." [b] He nods.[/b] "Second of all, to be a great swordsman, you don't treat your swords as a weapon. You are the weapon. They are extensions of yourself. Don't see them as tools, but see them as you. Make sense?" [b] She nods.[/b] "yeah, I get it." [b] He smirks.[/b] "alright, lets spar." [b] He pulls a 6 inch pocket knife from his jeans, flicking it open.[/b] "You're gonna fight me with that?" "Come on Trinity." [b] She lunges at him with a whirlwind of blows with her swords, but easily gets parried by the small knife. She backs off to catch her breath.[/b] "how the hell?" [b] She half screams in frustration.[/b] "That's how. That short temper is going to get you killed. You have to stay calm in a fight. An angry mind is a narrow mind. Now lets continue." [b] Two hours later, Trinity is covered in bruises, with two cuts on her face and quite a few running up her arms and chest, as she breathes heavily.[/b] "How...Did....I do?" "Not bad Trinity." [b] She smiles.[/b] "Thanks. I gotta get back to Etana. I'll see you tomorrow." ((Closed))