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J'adore nodded, it was an odd thing. Though he supposed that as she aged she would realised that pelt colour meant very little. The Spaniard rubbed his wrists, twitching them to alieviate the pain that always corsed through them when he fought, it was natural of course, something that would go with training. 'Aleu will learn that it all means nothing soon'. J'adore smiled, taking up his capped knives again.
'No, they won't. But remember fight silently' he said watching Ayasha's moves carefully, he knew she was talkative but she needed to remember to be quite when fighting. He moved came as a surprise to the Spaniard who was thinking that his neice was ready to strike his front. By time he had realised, the attack was well under way and the only trhing he could do to avade the attack was to swivel around, but even then the leather tipped knife caught him at the waist. He stumbled backwards to clear space ready make his own attack when Ayasha had risen to her usual height. He smiled, aiming for her legs. 'Also remember to use your surroundings and the rest of your body to fight with'. He slide down, attempting to take out her legs, if his attack succeeded he would continue to pin her down and lecture her on what she had done wrong. Otherwise he would congratulate her on a wise move.
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