The Ring

0018

"For an ex-princess, you hit immensely hard." Muttered the pale-haired, gray-eyed Vampire as he staggered backward, and clutched his left shoulder where Chrissa had slammed her fist.
She rolled her eyes, "what's that supposed to mean?" He shrugged, "could mean whatever you like, really..." Kandor commented, with a hidden smirk.

"You're disastrous."

A purple bruise began to spread on top of his pale skin but then was instantly washed away as it healed itself. His eyes challenged her, "s' that all you've got, princess?"

The two had finally begun training, and as much as Chrissa was against the idea of being alone with Kandor, she knew she needed the skills if she was actually going to be fighting alongside him against her maniacal mentally deranged ex-fiance. She wasn't used to fighting, or any organized combat for that matter. She felt stupid holding a gun, or sword.

"Was that a challenge?" She raised her eyebrows. Kandor exclaimed as Chrissa grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, and kicked the back of his leg. His knees gave out, and his arm was suddenly bent and crooked.

Working, fighting, and suffering were things that she was very unfamiliar with. She never liked to get to know about those things anyway, but something about the way that Kandor challenged her had channeled something inside of Chrissa that she wasn't at all familiar with. It was strength. And when you mixed rage with said strength, it created an angry Chrissa.

"That's for letting me kiss you at the party," she said innocently, with a light shrug. They were inside a large room with tall walls and an even taller ceiling. Their voices bounced off the walls and littered the silence like rain on a pleasant, quiet day. Weapons existed amongst the walls off the side.

There was an array of knives, rifles, pistols, swords, and things Chrissa had only ever read of in books. Since Kandor was training her, he decided to take her into one of the more advanced training rooms, where the Vampiric guards and knights of the colony would often go to train. On their way to the training room, Kandor explained to her how all Vampiric were required to learn combat which explained why there existed so many training rooms. She figured it was a part of their culture to always be alert, and in a combative-like nature. A lot of the Fae despised the Vampiric, and their customs.

The silver haired boy smirked, and leaned against the wall elegantly, and crossed his long arms. "You liked it. Loved it, even," he said with a slight smile on his lips, as he grabbed a golden blade from the wall behind him. He threw it in a sharp-like manor, and it was headed in the direction of Chrissa.

"Ouch!" She shouted when she caught it with the palm of her hand facing outward. It sliced through the skin of her hand and swiftly dropped to the ground in a loud clang. Blood began spraying from her hand, but almost in an instant, the wound healed itself as if it had been stitched back up itself. "Must you always be so annoying?" She muttered as she picked the golden blade up from the ground.

Kandor then uncrossed his arms and rolled his eyes and bounced himself from off of the wall. "You aren't wrong," he started, as he then looked up at her. He took in the soft wave of her dark colored hair, the dark of her eyes, and the slight bronze of her skin tone.

Chrissa uncrossed her arms, "you do understand that Michael and I are together, right?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her in an impressed-like fashion. "Are you married?"

"No."

"You aren't that together then," Kandor pointed out. Chrissa looked dumbfounded. He looked away from her and cracked a smile, "rule number one. Never let your guard down. And I have to say, princess. You fight excellently. When you join my royal council you'll be a perfect fit." He spoke, after a while. She had been practicing her kicks and punches on a metal dummy which was one of the many that existed in the room.