Can you be any {Louder}//Verbal, Hearts//Blitz

Cause baby you're a firework, come on show 'em what you're worth
make 'em go, oh, oh, oh

Duchess had spent most of her allotted time in the training center grooming. She'd started in the girls locker room, laughing and chatting with her myriad collection of friends and admirers. When the conversation took on a darker note, Duchess turned it back to the light. When the girls began gossiping about some of the younger Careers, she'd reminded them that they had all been fresh meat once... and how good they had tasted, cherry chapstick and all. AS the girls trickled out to their coaches, Duchess turned herself to the mirrors, to crush and tease her hair. She never applied new makeup in the center; that just made her look fake, like a wannabe Career. Instead she cleaned her face, puckered her lips and rubbed essence of gardenia into her wrists.

Thus polished, she finally made her way onto the floor. She wore the standard issue training suit, body hugging as it was, but let her waterfall of blonde cascade over her shoulder. When she stopped, she always shifted her weight in such a way to look like her entire body supported that mane of golden hair. She corrected a few younger Careers at the knives station, and then made her way to the polearms.

Matador Caelum was in charge of the poleaxes for the day, and he didn't give her a second look. Simply passed her a slender staff with ornate embellishments, but very little blade. "I'm not sure this is long enough for me," Duchess purred. Matador rolled his eyes and shooed her off. She pouted through her brief routine, twirling and stabbing, dancing with the polearm until she'd worked up a sheen of sweat. It was then that she looked over at the unarmed station and was surprised to find someone punching away.

Duchess spun the polearm to her side, and used it as a walking stick to cross stations. She watched him for a moment, studying his face, his intensity, before opening up with her wide smile. "You got a mean left hook. It's Lior, right? Don't worry, I'm an equal opportunity stalker. I make it a point to memorize everyone's name and face in this center. I'm Duchess." She tipped the polearm forward by way of greeting, her other hand pressed above her hip to accentuate the curve of her waist. "Nice to meet you."