Chimaras was on the mat prepareing for an assalt on all of the equipment here. She was in her tight ninja outfit because she didn't want any loose garments to get in her way while on the equipment. She hoped that she could make some friends whlie she was here. At the moment, she only had one and that one was off doing something else.
He walked into the gym without a second thought, and froze as soon as he entered fully, hand immediately dropping to his dagger, resting on it lightly. Somehow, this girl didn't seem like one to take lightly. He pondered what was with her outfit for a moment, but didn't linger on the thought. Instead, his mind was racing for the best was of escape. Normally, he'd stay and fight if he needed to, but, considering the condition of his body, he'd probably bleed to death before fighting much.
Truly, though he wouldn't admit it, he welcomed the diversion to his thoughts. He'd been thinking about his Captain too much. Live and let live...He supposed the same went for death, but he just couldn't let his mind wrap around the fact that the Captain was gone. He shook his head slightly, returning his mind to the present situation, a completely dull, emotionless face, looking at this person with extremely dull, emotionless eyes.
Truly, though he wouldn't admit it, he welcomed the diversion to his thoughts. He'd been thinking about his Captain too much. Live and let live...He supposed the same went for death, but he just couldn't let his mind wrap around the fact that the Captain was gone. He shook his head slightly, returning his mind to the present situation, a completely dull, emotionless face, looking at this person with extremely dull, emotionless eyes.
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Chimaras watched the boy enter the room. She would have raised her defence shield, but she knew that it was useless against the boys dagger. She would have to use her own daggers if it came to a fight. She stood had a small run before going up the wall. She took three steps up the wall before doing a backflip and doing a near perfect landing back on the mat. She wasn't happy with it. She looked at the boy again as if dareing him to get out his dagger and verseing her.
Danger smirked lightly. He'd seen better flips in his life before. He almost wanted to start a fight with her, but didn't. He didn't even blink in her direction. He turned, and walked further into the gym, tying his bandana around his head to keep his hair out of his eyes. No apology made, no apology, in his mind, needed. His dull, emotionless eyes scanned the eqipment around him, chosing the punching bag. He adjusted his fingerless gloves on his hands, constantly aware of Chimaras' presence, but not looking in her direction. If she decided she wanted to attack him, he'd be ready for it, but he didn't look it.
He jabbed easily at the punching bag, the light jab packing a surprisingly heavy blow. The jab, which looked like it would barely make the bag move, made it swing rather heavily.
He jabbed easily at the punching bag, the light jab packing a surprisingly heavy blow. The jab, which looked like it would barely make the bag move, made it swing rather heavily.
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Chimaras silently snuck up behind Danger. "You have quite a bit of strangh. Would you mind verseing me in a sparing match? I could use a good fight." Danger was much stronger than Chimaras but would he be able to use that strangh against her flexable ninja abilities.
Danger didn't turn around when she spoke, as he was unsurprised by her silent sneaking. When you're a pirate, you even deal with ninjas. He removed his dagger from his belt and swung it into the punching bag in one smoothe move, leaving it buried to the hilt. He turned then, observing her with cold, detached eyes. He pondered whether the shoulder wound and broken ribs would allow him to fight well. "No." was his simple reply, cold, calculated, lacking of any emotion, including anger.
He watched her face for movement, but didn't really care. If she pressed for a fight by attacking, he'd give her one.
He watched her face for movement, but didn't really care. If she pressed for a fight by attacking, he'd give her one.
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Chimaras was unsurprised by his reply. She wanted to see if he could fight. She had seen his strangh, now she wanted to see if he could use it. Even if he was wounded, he should still be able to fight. A good fighter looks past the pain of wounds.
Chimaras genorated one of her purple daggers and thrust it into the bag in slight anger. "Why not?! I want to see you fight."
Chimaras genorated one of her purple daggers and thrust it into the bag in slight anger. "Why not?! I want to see you fight."
He turned his eyes on this woman. One thing was for sure, she was not mentally as old as she looked. "Yes, well, I'd suggest you learn that you can't always have what you want." was his reply. It was the longest one so far, and it showed his strange accent, a little piece of every language spoken. He pulled his dagger out of the bag, and placed it back in his belt. He wondered how long she'd push for a fight, before she gave up, but his face didn't show it as he looked at her in a detached way.
It wasn't so much his wounds that were bothering him, than the fact that he hadn't gotten to kill his Captain's killer. He was completely capable of fighting like a champion with broken ribs, he just knew he'd kill her if he fought her. And that wasn't good.
It wasn't so much his wounds that were bothering him, than the fact that he hadn't gotten to kill his Captain's killer. He was completely capable of fighting like a champion with broken ribs, he just knew he'd kill her if he fought her. And that wasn't good.
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In one swift move, Chimaras removed her dagger from the bag and placed the blade acorss Danger's throat. "So you choose not to fight willingly..." She made the dagger dissapate, "I can respect that." She also wanted to know why he didn't want to fight. She rarely came across a boy his age that didn't want to fight. She noticed his shoulder wound. She guessed that that was probebly one reason on why h didn't want to fight. But why come here, why not go to the hospital wing.
When she brought her dagger to his throat, he moved his head back slightly, and stared at her with cool, almost deadly eyes. Then she made the dagger dissapate. "Good." was his simple reply. He was about ready to take something out, he had so much excess fighting energy, but still, he controlled himself. He knew the minute he let himself go, he'd lose control, and he'd kill her, and he couldn't allow that to happen.
He turned from the punching bag, hand resting on his belt, close to his dagger, but not touching it. It was just so that he didn't get caught off guard. He was a pirate for ten years. Nobody touched him with a weapon unless he allowed it. Or if they snuck up on him completely silently.
He turned from the punching bag, hand resting on his belt, close to his dagger, but not touching it. It was just so that he didn't get caught off guard. He was a pirate for ten years. Nobody touched him with a weapon unless he allowed it. Or if they snuck up on him completely silently.
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