In Your Reflection (Kiyr/Open)

[Kyrie Blaze]

With no higher point of contact enabling her to continue with the same momentum...Kyrie's body dropped. Due to her twisting, she wound up on her back, exhaling a gasp in pain. Her ribs sang with it...but, tightening her core muscles, she pushed into a sitting motion, using the residual momentum to tuck her knees to her chest and into a forward roll--and get a boot to the back.

Slightly winded, but ironically thankful for the help despite the bright zing of fresh agony, the blonde rolled...and back up to her feet, turning on both balls of her feet in a pivot and collecting her feet beneath her body--gaze seeking out her opponent.

She was slowing down, but pushing through even so.

[David B.]

Davids foot would wisk an inch or two in front of Kiyrs face- the sudden spin and snap look made his judging of distance difficult. So, he snapped his foot to the ground and raced forward, aiming to plant his shoulder into her midsection and tackle her to the ground.

Once on top of her, he would aim to try to gain the mounting position, and hit her twice in the face...before he would stop and stare. If everything worked, he would stand and move off her, waiting for her to get to her feet. He would crack his knuckles.

"Good. Now that your hurt, I can start teaching you some martial arts and build your strength. Once you've healed enough, I'll hurt you again. You are not to heal with a candy, nor will you use erbs or anything of the like. You'll heal naturally. And we'll keep doing it until you are strong enough to stop me."

He'd wait for her to realize the hardest part is over, so she could possibly calm down and turn her mind to new tasks.

[Kyrie Blaze]

She rolled up, pivotted--and was bowled over by David rushing and slamming his shoulder into her midsection. She coughed, her vision going black as pain radiated and reverberated along her stomach, amplifying that pain that was already singing in her ribs. She came to, struggling to surface fully, after her back slammed against the concrete.

She could feel more of her ribs crack and even break, weakened by David's kick that had broken the others on the same side. Her scream was hoarse and low as she was nearly entirely winded--it was cut off by the first slam of his fist to her face. Her disorientation had made it easy for him to gain the upper hand.

She was semi-aware when he pushed his weight off her and regained his feet. It didn't click. Was this how Lucien felt? Where was sh--she knew where she was. She coughed and immediately regretted it. Sounds were issued...and she tried to key in to what David was saying, catching the tail-end of martial arts training.

Gritting and grinding her teeth together, the blonde pushed back to her feet. It was, of course, a slow and particularly...highly painful, but...ironically, she had also faced worse at Mason's hands. She scrambled the words until they made sense as she regained her feet.

She always got up, after all.

"...Sir." She nearly stuttered the word, but kept her voice steady, and tried to breathe as close to normally as possible. Pain sang through her form. She would likely have some lovely bruises on her face...and she didn't want to look at her side and abdomen for a few long days.

She knew they would be covered in dark, ugly, bruises.

[David B.]

David took a deep breath, rubbing his hands.

"You need to go to a hospital. In two days, we will meet here again and begin your martial training."

He would turn to August, who would move forward and gently touch her shoulder, offering her help. David would not- as much as he wanted to. He had to so strength and conviction for the men. He'd continued to put on his clothes and items, turning to her and showing not with his face or words- but with his eyes that he was sorry. She wanted this...and though he didn't want to hurt her, he wanted her strong. He would turn and start to leave, unless she spoke.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The touch to her shoulder had her blinking and looking to see who...she sighed softly as she saw August. Her eyes, pained as they were, showed her gratitude...but she turned to look back at David and stood taller. Their eyes met and despite the glaze of quiet agony in hers, there was understanding, acceptance, forgiveness should he need it...and that determined spirit of hers. In a move she knew she would regret, immediately, she clasped her hand over her heart...and bowed before he turned to leave.

The petite blonde did not expect or even want to be coddled, which was another reason she did not lean into August. Another reason she bowed. Strength. The pain, however, caused brilliant lines to waver in front of her vision...and multiply as she straightened. She choked back a groan, the sound of that in itself audible to August...and hissed a slow, quiet breath between her teeth...

She did not wish for a hospital. She knew exactly who she would go to: her sister. She let the Storm Dragon leave and turned to August, raising a hand to lightly clasp his shoulder in turn, trying not to give away her pain despite the sweat that was quickly developing from a warm one from the fight to a cold one.

"...I will return home...but you are free to accompany me."

Her head tilted. It was either out of concern and respect, perhaps, on his part...or David had asked him beforehand.

[Zack Asiv]

+1 exp to David and Kyrie cause I'm the goddamn admin.