The windowless temple smells like the sweat of a thousand worshippers, dried and absorbed across several millennia and closed for centuries. The flames of the candles weaken as they lick the air, a circle. The Silent Knight sits int he center his hands crossed on his knees, eyes closed and perfectly still, contrasted more so by the anxious flames.
*ftftft* An echo of foot steps fills the great room as the breeze shifts the direction of the flames, skirting and depleting the tips into plumes of silenced smoke, replaced by darkness.
His eyes, like cloves frozen in ice, finally open in the pitch blackness and take in the surroundings, his night vision already in effect thanks to the hour long deep meditation.
*Tftftftf*
*...SHLINK!*
He ducks, just barely in time, rolling forward to grab his blade off of the rack and unsheath it, a soft brown patch of hair the size of a brillo pad bouncing on the floor behind him. He turns on one knee and holds the katana across his head, just in time to block the attack of his assailant. The sparks from the blades fly so viciously they relight several candles, and Emeralds cheetah eyes flash into focus, her face still, bronze perfection, yet her eyes smiled with a menacing grin.
About a year ago, the man who is now the president forced the estranged Knightfall to undergo a painful and invasive surgery, that took him apart and only left a small portion of the man he once was. The rest was a finely tuned machine made for war, a bullet aimed at Newcastle's targets.
The bond between Max and Ashley...it was something that a sociopath like Animus couldn't account and therefore counter for. With her help, and his own natural healing factor, Max slowly but surely shed his metal frame, though some parts still lined his physique, scars of circuitry and iron that could never be completely healed without paralyzing him.
Since his body was not his own for so long Max needed retraining to do the simplest things, eventually finally reaching the hieght of his former natural abilities with the help, again, from his devoted fiance.
Standing with his blade at the pelvis Max spins it across his palm, "Come at me. "
Through a wall runs the black skin tight suited Emerald rushing at him with a blade. He ducks and rolls to the left, slicing at her torso as she phases through it. Her power came in handy when it was time to train, he didn't have to hold back, knowing that she couldn't be touched had it's advantage.
She runs through him, leaving a superficial slice on his back before phasing into the floor. "Sss" He hisses at the pain.
Max takes a deep breath, and refocuses with his eyes closed. Listening.
Thump thump
Her heart beats like a soft tap on marble
Thump thump
Thump thump thump thump
Spinning with mercurial speed he grabs her wrist, his blade hovering near her throat as he holds himself inches from her face, breathing heavily.
He kisses her, sharing a long silent stare, then smacking her ass as he walks towards the exit. "I think we're ready. "
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