The Renegade

Chapter 3: The Renegade

Looks of disgust plastered themselves and stuck on most faces in the room. A few faces softened, and a few hardened -if it ever was possible.

"I thought she was leaving." Scoffed a taller brown-haired male.

"I did too," Sighed the woman who was in the room earlier. She crosses her arms.

A brunette standing next to her snaps her fingers and two people walk over to block the doors. Ignacia chuckled. "I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding. If I would be able to leave now?"

"No. No, I think that it's too late for that."

Ignacia looked around at the people. Maybe that's why? The woman had been wearing a mask in the room before, but it had been pulled down onto her neck. "Why?" She asks without thinking.

The woman takes long strides over to Ignacia until she comes to a halt. "We can't have you going and running your mouth, now can we?"

Ignacia's eyes narrow. "To whom?"
The woman shrugs, "Anyone really."
"And what do I have to tell 'anyone?'"

"What we look like, for one." The woman glances around the room, "Maybe it be best if your were executed?"

Suddenly, out of no where, the woman raises a katana into the air. She starts to bring it down, and Ignacia's eyes flutter closed. But, no pain ever comes. No cut or darkness ever comes. Just... nothing. Her eyes open to see a different brunette holding her gun to block the sword.
"This isn't a good way to 'get rid of someone,' Rhys. We've talked about this."
Ignacia sighed heavily. "Thank you."
In turn, 'Rhys' shreaks. "C'mon, Kora! Did you really have to say name outloud."
'Kora' chuckles. "Speak for yourself."
Besides, you would have to clean up the blood."
Ignacia squeals, "Let's just stick with the first point, shall we? I'd rather not have any blood spilled, specifically my own."
After a few awkward seconds, Rhys seethes her sword. "You're right. She may actually have some worth."
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"And she certainly was both."
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Ignacia sighs. "You're were probably right in the first place."
Rhys raises an eyebrow at the girl, but shrugs it off.
"You came in with a knife. You know how to use it?"
Ignacia's eyebrows stitch together. "Yeah? But what does that have to do with-"
"So what other weapons can you wield?" Rhys asks with energetic eyes.
"A lot of stuff I guess, but how does that-"
Rhys cuts her off again. "Great! Follow me, then."
Rhys skips off to a door on the side of the training area. Ignacia reluctantly follows her. She pushes open the door to reveal a room chalk-full of weapons. Of all kinds. Along with a variety of different thingy mabobs.
There was a deck of cards, for one. Which seemed off to Ignacia. When she inspected closer, she realized that the cards had sharp edges. That's cool, she thought. She looked around more. Folding fans caught her eye. There were similar to the cards in the way of how unsuspecting they were. As she looked closer, Ignacia noticed that there were miniature daggers attached to the fabric. She liked that. Amongst other things, there were guns (all kinds), a multitude of swords, including some broad swords and scythes (which she didn't much care for), and other peculiar objects you wouldn't classify as weapons. Like shears, for example.

"Well, what do you want to start with?"

Ignacia turns the katana so that the light reflects off of the blade.

"Start training exercise." Rhys chants.

A somewhat skeletal robot appears from the ground, also brandishing a katana. Ignacia raises hers towards the machine and it charges. She blocks its attack. Ignacia likes the ideas of katanas (and, frankly, thinks they're badass), though she wasn't too talented at wielding them. She preferred her weapons to he heavier. Though the purpose of the hilt was to balance out the sword, it didn't deliver enough weight to her hands. Oh, no. She's on the floor. That's nearly rule number one of battle, don't get distracted. And she did get distracted. By the anatomy of a sword, no less.

"But isn't that giving up more of my rights? Doesn't the government do that? And didn't they do that when they formed The Govern so many years ago?"
"We give up our rights, in order to try and restore others rights. We give up ours so we can give the helpless theirs."
Ignacia nods slowly. "So, where are we putting this tattoo?"