Training

An eyebrow rose somewhat. "Fine, be that way. Then you'll get your behind kicked because you were too good to get taught by a master swordsman. That's ok, though. I can take the glory in the war for saving your little behind and killing Aage and the rest of them." Cordelia shrugged. Hopefully that would persuade him... if not, then she could keep going with that whole glory speech.

Cordelia smirked. He was rather ambitious. "Yeah, but I've already fought him and won, you know," she said, stretching and yawning as if it had been nothing. She was, of course, elaborating on the whole rock incident. What could she say? Sometimes she made things bigger than they really were. "So I'll probably get to him in the war before you do. With my mad sword skills I'll just cut everyone out of my way, find him, and boom! War over!"

Easier said than done, of course. Cordelia could have such a simple mind at times.

Cordelia snorted. "Don't doubt my knowledge, boy," she said. She had been a vampire for almost a year, far longer than he had been one. She figured she deserved respect... even though she really didn't. "They aren't going to be able to grow their heads back if I cut them off. They can't regenerate that. So maybe you're the one who needs to learn a little bit, Jira." She narrowed her eyes, a little bit insulted by that.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Someone's suicidal," she said obnoxiously, and even though she had been saying it to herself, she made sure it was loud enough for him to hear too. "And, personally, I don't want to see you kill yourself. If you're dead, you can't regenerate yourself. It's not possible."

Cordelia watched. The sight didn't faze her, really... she had gone on massive killing sprees before and mutilated people. Plus, in her first months of being a vampire (before her maker left her), she had seen a lot of rather grotesque things. She had learned to deal with it.

"Like this or further?"

At that, the twenty-year-old actually threw her head back and laughed. He was basically asking her if she wanted him to hurt himself more. Even if the blade was being broken by his regeneration, she was sure it still caused pain. "That's up to you, Jira," Cordelia told him, no long laughing. She was completely entertained though. "It's rather amusing if that helps."