[i] Selene turned around and finally drew the katana at her waist, ripping it from its sheathe, the edge sparking with blue electricity as she swung it at Jackson's face. [/i] ~~~ "Son of a bitch." [i] Riley growled, picking herself up and not letting herself examine Kyr. Or, her corpse, rather. She hadn't changed a bit in the year or so since she'd seen her. Minus the blood red cut underneath her suit that peeked over the collar. Lance's death blow. It wasn't bleeding, or healed a bit. It was just kinda..there. Riley lunged again, attacking her old mentor and greatest tormentor. She thrust the blade in a feint, and pulled back, turning and slashing at her mid-section. Perhaps the strangest thing was Kyr made no facial expression or sound while she fought. She couldn't, of course, but it made it all the more eerie. A shell, just fighting at someone else's command. A shell that still fought with every application she'd wielded in life, and very well still could kill Riley. She drew the sword at her waist, an unfamiliar blade to Riley. Kyr's sound was back at the Dojo. The sword Lance had taken from her once he'd killed her. Kyr blocked the attack with ease, deflecting it away and thrusting at Riley. She was toying with her.. Riley growled to herself. This was Kyr's sparring capability. Riley weaved past the attack and sent a spinning kick at Kyr, which she dodged with almost no effort. Riley grimaced at the thought. She was fighting with the abilities Kyr had taught her, and as lance had taught her, Kyr had made her into a cheap copy of herself. There was no way she'd beat her fighting like that. [/i]