The Nephilim discussion

The cavernous, large, stone room resembles an equipment-filled gym that is teeming with obstacles and exercise machines. Several weapons are nearly stacked around the room for training purposes, their shiny edges reflecting the faint light that illuminated the room. Several blood stains dotted the walls, reminders of past training experiences. The large windows look out onto a busy New York street that is constantly bustling with traffic. And now, let the training begin.

Emma walked into the training room, wearing a sports bra and shorts. She confidently plucked several knives from the rack, and, in a single, fluid motion, turned and sunk all four knives into the target across the room. The resounding thuds echoed throughout the large room as she continued to fling knife after knife at the target.

Phoenix walked into the training room. When she saw Emma throwing those knives, her mouth almost hit the floor.

((are we already parabiti, or do we become parabiti))

((We're already parabati))

"You've seen me throw knives nearly every day for the last seven years," Emma said, immediately recognising her parabati's light tread. She tossed her final knife, sinking it deeply into the target, before turning.

"yes, I KNOW that, but you're so good, and I'm so jealous," Phoenix grumbled. She unwrapped her whip from around her waist and walked over to the practice dummies, to start her practice.

"You could defeat me in close combat, though," Emma said, plucking several knives out of the target and sliding them into her belt.

"Totally," Phoenix laughed, "You better be scared,"

"Want to warm up?" Emma asked, selecting a sword from the rack, tossing it gently from hand to hand.

"Sure, you ready?" she said, picking a light sword off the wall and getting into a defense stance. She'd use her whip later.

"You bet," Emma said, crouching low and finding her balance before launching forward with a quick stab toward Phoenix's abdomen, one that was easily blocked.

"almost, maybe next time," Phoenix laughed, dodging out of the way, and taking a strike at Emma, tapping her on the shoulder, "gotcha,"

"you could hurt someone with that thing." said ali walking into the room.

"We're just training," Phoenix replied stopping to look at Ali. Emma smacked Phoenix on the side, "Ow! That's cheating!" she said.

"Is not," Emma demanded, taking another swipe at Phoenix before shimmying out of the way.

"Is too!" she said, lunging towards Emma, "you better watch out, im getting you back for that," tapping her on the shoulder and poking out her tongue

Amelia skipped into the room only to be stopped short as she watched Emma and Phoenix fight. 'No, no no! Pwease stop! No fighting! Pwease!' cried Amelia when she saw them, worried they were going to hurt themselves.

((she's eight by the way....))

"we're... Just... Sparring..." Phoenix said through clenched teeth as she focused on the fight. Man Emma was getting good.

"Don't worry, Amelia, we're not doing any real damage," Emma said, wincing as she received a nasty blow to the hip which would surely leave a bruise. She counter attacked, swinging her sword in an arch, a strike that Phoenix narrowly parried.

"you're getting better," Phoenix said a she barely dodged another swing. "Remeber to never lose focus," tapping her on the shoulder again.

((don't know if we have phones?))5

'Fine then! I'm watching!' Amelia said stubbornly as she sat on the ground where she was, looking up eagerly at the two girls. Amelia loved to bits these two girls. They were like sisters to her and they were the only family she had left. 'Emma, Phoenix! Next time your hunting demons, can I come with you?' She asked in a sweet voice.

Phoenix stopped fighting for second to get a drink, "Maybe, you ARE improving, but you still have lots to learn though," she said to Amelia, tapping her lightly on the nose. "I'm going for a shower,there are some rogue werewolves I have to take care of. You wanna come, Emma?" she rewound her whip around her wrist, and put her sword back on the wall.

Amelia giggled when Phoenix tapped her nose. 'I AM really good Phoenix! I'll show you!' she said getting up and unsheathing her blades strapped to her calfs. Unfortunately however, Phoenix had already packed away her stuff and was heading out the door to apparently have a shower then take care of some werewolves. 'Ohh.....Emma!' Amelia cried jumping infront of her. 'Pwease stay, don't go! Pwease! I've been pwactising!'

"Okay, let's see how much you've improved," Emma said, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat out of her eyes. "I can't stay for long, though. I have to go investigate some vampire killings." Emma switched her blade to her right hand. She preferred fighting with the left, but an injury to her left hand or arm could prevent her from using that hand. Her right hand, although slightly weaker, could still strike with the precision of her left.

((Yes, we have phones))

'Yay yay yay! Thanks Emma!' Amelia said jumping up and down with joy. She again unsheathed her blades from their calf sheaths and held each in her hand. She crouched down into the position she was taught and then as quick as a flash faked forward and then took at stab at Emma's left side.

Emma side-stepped the attack and touched Amelia lightly on her shoulder. "Don't leave yourself undefended," Emma suggested, ducking as Amelia sliced her blades where her head had been only moments before.

'Ok!' Amelia said concentrating. Her little face scrunched up in concentration as Emma ducked her attack and she she stabbed one of her blades forward all while using her other blade to protect herself (she's 8 so she can't fight really well)

Emma let her own defenses drop for a moment, the small blade smacking her abdomen. "Not bad," she said, lunging toward Amelia, swinging her sword toward Amelia's right side.

Amelia smiled as her blade hit Emma's abdomen. She felt really pleased when Emma praised her but she had also let her defences drop and Emma's blade hit Amelia's hip. 'Ah!' Amelia cried and even though she tried really hard not to cry and be a big girl she couldn't help the few tears that slipped down her cheek. Angry at herself for letting a few tears fall, Amelia twisted Emma's sword with her arm/dagger and ducked under her arm as she put her blade against Emma's neck.

((We should probs finish it soon so your charrie can go to the river and we can go back to a chronological order.....just thinking! :-D))

"Impressive," Emma said, watching the small girl's eyes light up. She grabbed her towel once more, wiping away any remnants of sweat. "I should probably start looking for that vampire," she told Amelia, replacing her sword on the wall, grabbing eight daggers and slipping them into her belt.

'Yay!' Amelia said cried for joy and just before Emma could leave she ran up and gave her a big hug, squeezing tightly. 'Have fun with vampires!' Amelia said letting go and abruptly skipping out of the room heading back to her bedroom.

Emma laughed at Amelia's enthusiasm before pushing out of the heavy, oak doors.

Damien walks into the training room, knowing no one was there, to practice. He pulls out a chakhram, twirling it around his finger to activate it, and throws it toward the training dummy, decapitating it and lodging it into the wooden post behind it.

(By the way his weapon looks like this)

Deciding not to break the post he sheaths his weapon and goes to look as to what happened to the girls.

Ellie walks into the training room with confidence but not in a cocky way. She picks up a sword and starts praticing her fighting skills, which sadly, could use the help. She's more of a hand-to-hand combat girl.

Emma walks into the training room, and seeing everyone else working with weapons, turns towards the climbing walls and climbing set.