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This is where the young people (starting 19-21) go to be trained to fight. The Rakshasa are an imminent threat, and the students here are glad to be able to defend their people. The majority are male, but females are not uncommon. The teachers are harsh, but it is necessary, and the graduates come out better for it.
There are different training categories:
-Hand to hand combat (Martial Arts, Kickboxing, Boxing)
-Short blades (Knives, Sai, War Fans, Chakram
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-Throwing weapons (Shuriken, Knives, Javelin, Rope Dart)
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-Archery (Recurve, Crossbow)
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-Swordsmanship (Fencing, Broadsword)
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-Other (Whip, Staff, Spear, Blowgun, Tomahawk)
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(That's not posting, lol. :P)

Kairi sat at the table, staring down at the wood. Tensions between her and her fellow Bodha were getting ever worse. This was the second time she'd evaded the Rakshasha, and she totally still looked like one, even if she didn't have the teeth. The guards wanted her off the fighting squad, and were maybe even taking it up to the king and queen. She lowered her head into her arms, staring numbly at nothing.

Luka Taime sat cross-legged back agaisnt the wall.. His eyed where closed the brightness of this world had hurt his eyes to an extreme everything had.... Color. He enjoyed it, yes but he couldn't fight with his eyes open yet. Having spent years in darkness. "Kari?" He asked in a soft tone. Wondering how she escaped. He had followed after them of course but we unable to get past a group of those... Creatures.

"Mmhmm?" she said, gripping the edge of the table. She thought she shouldn't fight officially, either. Her brother... he was one of them. Kairi put her forehead in the palm of her hand. The queen had just up and decided to smuggle her out one night, before the Rakshasha conversion was complete.

"You sound different" He said to her, his sensitive ears picking up on the tones her body was making. He wondered if his advanced hearing would fade away if he stayed here long enough. Luka hoped he could get back to Estera soon. The only way he was told was through the maze.

"I sound the same," she contested, "It's just my tone." She certainly did sound rather miserable. "What's wrong?"

"You sound different, my eyes are different, but my ears are not. It's difficult to explain. I hear better than most." He didn't want to sound arrogant so he down played his abilities but also his eyesight was extremely disorienting to him.

"Thanks for that," she grumbled. Wow, she supposed now she sounded like a Rakshasha too. Why didn't they just kill her already? Either side? Both despised her.

"I don't think it's that obvious though. It isn't your voice that's different I think." He didn't say it was her blood that sounded different. He thought of his home, and what brought him peace. "Will you spare with me?" He added on rising from his place.

She stared up at him, a ghastly, depressed smirk on her face. "Why?"

"Because even if we become different, our cores are the same. I am Bodha. But my core is Davinian. I have memory of my past,Even my skills and yet my body is not familiar to me. I still fight the same. I still live the same. So it is with you." He replied to her, he wasn't wearing his cloak that day, but he had his vest. The one with strange markings the one that escaped the doom of the fire he was sacrificed to.

"That's not true. None of us truly remember anything," she smirked. "I don't have a core. We're changed by what side claims us and what side teaches us. And then the other side murders us." Her eyes were dark and sad, strained, like she hadn't slept naturally in a week.

"then humor me.", He stated going over to the central part of the room.

She took up a simple, wooden blade, and followed him, eyes shadowed darkly.

"I want to see if I am still fast. Will you try to hit me." He asked her, eyes watching her movements he wasn't used to using his eyesight but he had to try. She should be able to hit him like this, though.

She lifted the blade, "All right, then." She lazily swung a testing stroke at his middle.

"Come on. Really try. They are faster. And stronger. But we can be swifter. " He said in a Stern but kind voice as he dodged the attack. He hoped he could cheer her up as she was an excellent fighter. If she could see how much more valuable the enemy has made her to the community not that he would exploit her, but he would help her overcome her transformation. You may change a body but a Soul. A Soul is eternal.

Kairi huffed. "Really, I'm not in the best mood for this," she said, though she forced herself to swing faster and harder. "And fast and swift mean the same thing," she pointed out, not easily cheered at this point. She probably needed a warm bed, some soft music, and a hot drink. Kairi was so tired of fighting. She'd never be good enough. She attacked, faster.

"Prehaps they do. " He acknowledged, he was able to avoid her for a little bit before he took a hit, hard in the side knocking the wind out of him. Ouch, he though. That will leave a bruise. "To be fast is to move forward a distance. But to be swift is to move fast in a limited space. I am fast. But you are swift. "

"I am both," she pressed, stifling a yawn. She lowered the blade, still disheartened. "Could we stop?" she asked. She'd hit him, anyways, and... didn't really want to continue. Maybe she would, when she felt better.

"once more?" He asked cautiously, tieing a bandana around his eyes so he could not see. The darkness was welcome to him, his senses almost instantly returning to him. Ot would be more difficult for her this time.

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((sorry!))

She sighed, getting into stance, and quietly darted forwards, to stab.

Luka gently turned to the side, the blade just barley missing him. The carefulness of his movements, made it seem almost lucky. He of course intended for the blade to just barley miss. There is no need for exhausting ones strength to dodge. She was quiet, he gave her that.

She approached, punching to the left of his face, so he'd need to dodge to the right, while bringing the blade in from the right, to slash.

He didn't move right, nor did he stand his ground instead of taking a blow he jumped in a semi circle around her, bringing his left arm to her first. The move, called strafing, wouldn't allow much room to swing the blade again. 'She has skill, I'll give her that.' he thought to himself, but what if she isn't trying. He might have to draw a practice sword..

She really wasn't trying. She didn't need much room to put a lot of force in her swing, using her wrist to strengthen and maneuver. She stared forwards, like she wasn't exactly seeing him.

"What has happened to you. You where full of fire before." He whispered to her his voice soft. He hated to "see'' her like this. He recognized the slight change but had no idea what had happened to her.

She hesitated. "My brother isn't dead. He's one of them," she explained, lowering her sword, stopping in the middle of the fight.

"Then there is hope then." He said to her. If he was one of them he could help the bodha. "How are you. " He asked her, after all she did seem upset.

"I just got kidnapped, saw people get torn to pieces, have my brother say he didn't care if I was ripped apart, eaten, or put through the maze, and in general had ever belief I had ripped apart by the Rakshasha queen, who is at least merciful in her murders," explained, running her hands through her hair. "It was food, pet, or freedom, and I don't know why she chose freedom."

He nodded, stepping back, he spoke to her " It is not for me to say why you have been spared, but I can tell you that there is a reason whether she intended or not. I understand how you feel about your brother. In my past life, my loved one was also turned agaisnt me. " His voice was soft still he took of the bandana but he kept his eyes closed he walked over to the weapon rack, and asked her" is there a Forge here? ".

"Yeah, it's just about a kilometer east,' she shrugged, sitting down. Great, he could emphasize. Did that mean he could actually help? Not really. And the reason bit didn't make her any more comfortable. What if that queen had plans for her? She shuddered.

"ah. " was all he said, he picked up one of the blades on the rack, it was not a practice blade nor was it one of the bodha blades. It was much stronger and better crafted. It was a rakshasa blade, he offered it to her. "I took this from one of their fallen. It's of better quality that anything that the bodha are capable of now. With the blades we have now. It is no wonder why we are on the losing side. They have a great strength. So we must be nimble. Hold this, with all your might. I will show you. " He waited for her to hold it, the lesson he was about to teach her, he had hoped, would give her the courage to defy the Queen.

"I'm not touching that. I don't need to be any more of a freak than I am now, thank you!" she shot. She stared at the blade. It was masterful, but seemed even more a weapon of destruction than ever before. She felt rage and despair welling up inside of her. "I don't want to have anything to do with them!"

"I know, but I need to test this. It's not to do with you. But our swords. " He explained. He held it out to her still, "it won't hurt you. If it does, I'll destroy it". He couldn't test this with anyone only someone with her or his own strength, sure the other warriors had skill but lacked training. She however had the strength of the Rakshasa. "Do you want to be free. You and your brother?" He asked her.

"This makes no sense! Making a monster of myself will help no one!" She shouted at him, totally mad. She took the sword and threw it to the ground, just so infuriated. Why would he want her to- to be the perfect model of everything the Bodha hated and despised? She swallowed down a ball of spite that threatened to shoot out of her lips, and then turned, thundering away. She didn't know where she was going. She was supposed to stay here until her fate was decided.

He followed her. "For once in your life! Listen! You are one who can only be shown! Just hold the dammed thing. You may hang in the balance but let me show you that you can CHOOSE" He stepped in front of her, the blade still held out to her. He didn't yell the word choose, in fact he didn't even put much emphasis upon it and yet there was something odd about how he said it. As if there was a certain amount of.... Anguish? Or was it offering her a choice. A chance to not be one of the monsters. A chance to be herself . Prehaps it was both.. "I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't know that you would understand once I finished. Just hold it. With all your strength. Don't let it move. " He again pressed the blade into her hand.

(Dammit Kairi. If you would only listen to the man who's life is a sword, about a sword. This is gonna be goooooood. )

"Why are you doing this!?" she shrieked at him, pushing him away. "Just leave me alone! I don't need you telling me this, too!" She was only absorbing the fact that he was pushing a Rakshasha blade at her, insisting something about her being herself. So... He wanted her to become a Rakshasha, embrace the stupid fate and destiny or whatever. Find celestial peace and don't worry that her brother wanted to eat her. Or that she didn't belong in the world of light or darkness. "If I'd understand then, just FRIGGING EXPLAIN it to me, okay?!" She punched at him, blinded by messy tears and disheveled hair.

He took the punch, "Do you want freedom?" He asked her gently. "Trust Me." He whispered to her. His voice like a lazy breeze, gently gliding over her "you are afraid, You will become one of them. Let me help you to Not."

She picked up his stupid sword. "There. Are you happy, you freaking psycho?" She was in no mood for the path of enlightened training. She looked like she'd barely survived a train wreck, and had the mood to match.

"Aye" He took one of the bodha blades, and swung it with all his strength, the clash of metal causes the Bodha blade to spark out and even to break. In the next moment however, he took one of his own blades (the ones that survived the fire) , called ninsurim one of the ones on his back, unsheathed it and hit the sword again. Sparks flew, the sound like lighting the Rakshasa blade not only broke but it shattered unto tiny pieces. "This blade is tempered with not only metal, but a part of my Spirit so to speak. Now do you understand?"

"How does absolutely not sound?" she checked, "And I guess you ruined the blade you wanted me to fight with, so I still have no idea what point you're proving," she frowned, dropping the splinters.

"Come with me." He said simply to her, sheathing his blade. "The Rakshasa are stronger than us, our weapons, even our skills and experience are nothing compared to theirs. There is no chance of hope to use the things we have now to even stand a chance. We are kidding ourselves into thinking that we could over come them. That is why the blade broke. We will lose you will lose that inner fight as well. " He then pulled out his greatest blade, the Rasplendur the mighty great sword of the Davinians from which he came. " Unless we accept that how we fight now is how we will die. Then we can change. We can adapt. We can win. My memories of my life and experiences are the same. I have been to the gates of Hell and returned. This blade is made with a metal that the bodha have in plenty. But it is not only just a material of this physical world it is made with a knowledge of the unknown. A knowledge of a supernatural world inner working within our own. Yes you will become one of them if you continue to fight as you are. But if you follow me. The way of Davi can help you. It will be hard. It will be difficult. But I will not forsake you until you and your brother are free. Until the Rakshasa are free. " He sheathed his blade once more . And asked her once more" Will you fight for your freedom? "

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((Okaaaay.))

"Look, I have no idea what your crazy old religion has to do with my brother being a Rakshasha, why you want to save the Rakshasha, or train me," she ticked her fingers off as she listed. "If you can make a ton of magical, super strong swords, have at it! I won't be allowed near them, so don't even bother." She was probably going to be branded as some odd hybrid that wasn't to be trusted, then locked up for the rest of her pitiable existence. She had lost a lot of her spirit, just in seeing her brother like that. How could she fight him and his friends? How could she kill them?

((I'm sooooo sorry. I will edit in length, but she is super angsty right now.))

"it's not so much a religion versus a way of life. I want to train you. There are people in the (city?) who I have helped, saved their children homes and very lives. You are an excellent warrior I would see to it that you will not be treated as anything less than an equal.. " He meant every word he said to her, his actions and voice soothing, understanding how it felt to be different than her piers.