Gypsy's Sin [Wind Riders MC]

Chapter Twenty-Five

Cyn decided, that what James Rath meant when he said he wasn't very good at knife fighting, was that he wasn't fucking phenomenal at it like he was everything else. His skill was only in the upper echelons of greatness, but couldn't seem to get past that plateau.

Ah, poor thing. Breaks my heart.

He was in black workout pants, and that was it. They both had their hair pulled back. She was in tight workout pants and a tight firm workout top, which was more like a bra really. They were both panting now, and sweating. James was smiling less, which made Cyn smile more.

"James, you need to quit thinking of the knife as something in your hand. It's distracting you rather than adding."

"It is in my hand though," he complained.

"Drop it," she told him.

"What?"

"Drop it. Close your fist and attack me," Cyn told him.

He cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy, but then opened his hand and let the knife fall, closed his fist and came in at her like the wind of a blizzard. She was able to block two of his attacks and give him a good slash across his chest, before his third attack, with his left hand this time, sent her to the mat.

"Yes!" she screamed in victory, and bounced up off the mat.

"Yes what? I hit you! I didn't stab you!"

"So fucking what? Was I any less defeated? I wasn't just down I was sprawled. I couldn't have defended the coup de grâce."

He was confused, and looked nearly lost.

"Remember the first thing you said when you taught me to shoot? Fuck aiming. Forget the gun even has sights. You need to forget that you even have a knife."

"Then what is the point of having the fucking knife?" he asked.

She reached down and lifted his hand, and traced the slash mark that was still red and angry across his wrist from her second successful block. "Because, you're dead too," she told him. "The knife adds to your weapons, it shouldn't hinder them."

He looked at the angry red line and then at his chest where her slash was skill glowing savagely.

"Naw," she said with a smile. "That one would have just made you more sexy in a bad boy way. A few stitches and you would have been fine. Same with your other arm. Just a cut, but this one, this one I'm proud of."

He smiled, "Yes, this one would certainly have been a bit of a hassle."

They got waters and sat down together leaning their backs against the wall.

"I think I get it. Can we do knife the next time as well," James asked her.

"Yeah, definitely. As much as you want. I've never had this good of a work out with it before. After this session, I feel like an eye has opened inside of me, and I can see what all of these pieces and stances and moves are all about, and how they work as a whole."