What do you want from me? (Open)

Lotus Windblade

Bio
doing
thinking
"speaking"
"other people speaking"
dreaming

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I watch the fight from where I train, laughing to myself. Oh, how pathetic. If anyone ever even DARED to confront me, they would find their head rolling on the ground. But I find it entertaining to see how others react. So foolish, so weak...

I've been training all day, like I usually do in my free time. I'm wearing my usual training attire, a tight black bodysuit, with my knife belt around my waist. I had alternated between knife throwing and the agility course. Of course, I had mastered both long ago, but they took my mind off of things. Now I watch as the two amateurs bicker at each other like sisters. Twirling my favorite knife in my hand, silver, thin, and deadly accurate, I notice one take out a black sword. Curved and jagged. If she tried to throw that thing, it would clang into the wall ten feet away from the target. That's the problem with many of the Careers. They think that they'll be able to get close enough to fight sword-to-sword. But most of the time, you can't get that close. No, the long distance attacks always win in the end.

This was getting boring. Soon, the blonde leaves. "Good bye!" Wow, talk about no honor. But glancing at the glass doors, I see her coming back. And then, they ask for each other's name!??! This fight was going nowhere, and loses my interest. I turn back to the targets. They were on the other side of the training area, but I still found it too easy. I throw the silver knife that was in my hand towards the left-most target, and it hits the bulls-eye. As always. Taking out my twin gold-handled knives, I throw them at the next two with deadly speed. Bulls-eyes. I wish they would make this harder. Give me a challenge here! I run to retrieve the knives, and then look to see if the fight has gotten its momentum back.

Maybe I can jumpstart it. I scream across the training room, and it echoes against the walls considering there aren't many people inside today. "Hey! Are you guys seriously exchanging names after she threatens you with a sword? Pathetic." Maybe then the blonde one will actually DO something. Talk may be nice at first, but it usually gets you killed in the Hunger Games.

Lotus Windblade

Bio
doing
thinking
"speaking"
"other people speaking"
dreaming

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"...Maybe you should learn more manners before talking to me" Bad move. What was this girl doing, talking to me like that? Is she a complete idiot? I've been training since I was THREE. I was one of the top knife-throwers in the entire District. Obviously, this girl was looking for a fight after all. I had the urge to lunge at her, but I knew that the mroe calm you were, the more intimidating it was. So, gripping my silver knife, I stare at her like she's beneath me. Which isn't a lie.

Narrowing my eyes, I focus on the girl, imagining where the targets would go if she was a training dummy. She got into a fighting stance, which, though helped you keep your balance while attacking somebody else, didn't give you much room to dodge to the side. Which was what she really needed to do.
"You want to see a fight? Well here, you got one. Prepare to have the fight of your life." I faintly hear her annoying voice as I aim at the imbecile's arm. That would be enough to get her running for her mommy and daddy. She hadn't even finished the last word when I threw the thin blade, lightning-fast. It whistled through the air, heading straight for its target. My hand immediately grabbed one of my gold-handled knives, readying for my next throw.

"Yes, prepare for the fight of your life."