𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄, ERIK LEHNSHERR

𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵

          As the hours passed while she sat at the lake, Kara was interrupted by Kit who had come to check up on her, having heard the argument from the kitchen a few hours prior. He was surprised at what had been said but he wouldn't dare involve himself in a matter that he wasn't supposed to be in.

The two sat there for a while before he decided to distract her by asking if she could begin his training since they hadn't started when she got back earlier that morning.

She agreed, and so they began combat lessons, much more advanced than the small kicks and punches when they first began. Kit was wearing a blindfold over his eyes even as the sky was turning a dark blue, just extra caution for his senses.

"My training was much more developed than yours with my teacher pushing me to my limits. Every night we'd come out here and train my intuition by doing what you're about to do. I will come at you at every angle and I want you to block my attacks. Understand?" Her rules were simple but Kit didn't think so highly of himself.

"Is this just an excuse to hit me and get your anger out?" His joke made her lips turn up into a smirk that he didn't get the victory in seeing but she sent him a kick to his calf in a warning manner.

He grunted and flipped his middle finger toward where he thought she was, only a few meters away from where she stood. She slapped it away, hiding a chuckle behind her lips.

"Ready?"

"Try not to beat me up too bad, Ms. Kara." He begged, his stance solid as he read into his senses.

"Follow your gut and I won't have to." She hummed, her footsteps silent on the grass around them. She watched with calculated eyes as he moved around in a circle, trying to figure out where she was.

Sneaking an attack on the side of his ribs, she sent a punch followed by her knee connecting with his stomach. Leaving him in a fit of grunts, she studied him as he bent over and held his knees, hoping to recover before she attacked him again.

"We've practiced this a hundred times over the past few weeks and you still haven't figured out my techniques?" She questioned, her breath coming out as fog once she spoke.

He gritted his teeth and straightened up, a new feeling of succeeding the woman overcoming him as he readied his hands in front of him. He rolled his neck and waited for her to attack, successfully blocking the punch she sent to his chest.

He smiled and rejoiced with a small laugh, not realizing her advantage as he celebrated. She pushed her foot against his thigh and made him drop to his knees, his celebration coming to a full stop as he huffed.

"Never celebrate until your opponent is dead." She stated, knowing he was rolling his eyes underneath the blindfold he wore.

The game continued, sending attacks back and forth until he caught onto her rhythm and parried all of her hits. The two of them both smiled as he prided her in his ability to sense her moving around him like they were predator and prey.

As she readied herself to kick his stomach again, a snap of a twig caught her off guard and Kit caught her leg in his hands and twisted it, not realizing she had stopped mid-attack. He sent her flying to the ground and she let out a groan as her nose collided with the ground, a satisfying crack making her notice the pressure building up in her face.

A gasp escaped Kit's lips and he rushed to take off the blindfold, finding Kara lying on the ground in pain. Before he could reach her, hands came into his line of sight and the person bent down to help her.

Erik was gentle with his fingertips as he examined her bloodied nose, wondering how many times this woman would get hurt in the time she spent alive.

Kit's gaze hardened as he noticed Erik, a distasteful expression taking over his face until Kara looked over at him. "Ms. Kara, I'm so sorry! I didn't know you had stopped." He apologized, his voice full of embarrassment.