The Knight

Darkness

Vydia spent the next two days ignoring Kylo Ren. He seemed to be just as done with her as she was him, because he loosened her leash and decided her time sulking could be used better and let her train some of the stormtroopers, the ones who focused more on hand to hand, like the riot control troopers. It was below her, but she didn't mind beating the shit out of cocky boys who thought they owned the world.

At the end of a training session, Vydia sighed as she sat down on one of the benches. The recruits shuffled out of the room while she drank some water and began to unwrap her hands. She tossed her wraps onto the bench without looking and tucked the stray hairs that came loose from her braid, behind her ears. She stiffened when she felt his presence and she turned around slowly.

"Supreme Leader." She greeted him unenthusiastically.

"How is the training going?"

"Well enough," she replied. "Half the class was definitely. . . Humbled."

"Not surprising," Kylo Ren replied. "You're an excellent fighter."

"Flattery will get you no where." Vydia said as she gathered up her wraps. She padded towards the door, but Kylo Ren grabbed her upper arm as she walked past him and stopped her. She gave him a hard look and he let her go quickly.

"Spar with me." He said.

She sighed.

"Is that an order or a request?" She asked.

He hesitated. "A request."

Vydia's gaze jumped from his mask's blank stare to the exit as she pondered her answer quickly.

"Fine."

She couldn't remember the last time they had spared together. She turned around and set her wraps back onto the bench. She sat down and looked at him expectantly.

"Strip." She said.

"What?" She thought he nearly choked.

"You don't expect us to fight when you're in full armor and I'm in," she gestured to her casual workout clothing, which consisted of form fitting pants, a form fitting long sleeve shirt, and bare feet. "This, do you?"

Kylo Ren said nothing and he slipped off his helmet. Her fickle heart fluttered when he began to undo the top half of his armor. She looked down at her hands in hopes of finding a distraction, but they offered no relief.

When he was finished undressing, they padded to the center of the cushiony mats and faced each other. Gods, he was massive. His size somehow seemed to elude her most days, but in moments like this, when she could really see that he was nearly a foot taller than her, she wanted to shoot herself for being as short as she was.

Without a word she struck first. Despite his size, he moved surprisingly fast, faster than she remembered, but then again, he was more refined now then he was before. It was more of a dance than a fight. Each strike was parried to perfection on either side.

Vydia let out a low growl of frustration and she decided to spice it up a little. She ducked between his legs, popped up behind him, and kicked the back of one his knees hard. He dropped to his knees with a grunt and she wrapped an arm around his throat. He choked in her grip and tried to pry her arm off his neck, but his actions held no avail. He fell back in hopes of crushing her under his body weight, but she clung on.

Kylo Ren tapped out with a frustrated groan and she released him. He stood up and rubbed his throat tenderly with one hand as he held out the other to help her off the floor. Vydia clambered to her feet and tried her best to hide the smug satisfaction she was feeling.