07-31-2016, 11:14 AM
Aria watched as Borovsky left her in his office. She could easily snoop around find things that she could use against the man but she decided that it was best to just do as she was told. She sat in the chair staring off across the wall - thinking and waiting.
Her thoughts traveled from the problem at hand to Lucas. The bitter pain welled up inside and Aria fought to push it away. She'd taken revenge upon his killer and yet the pain was still bitter it was still hard. There was nothing to fix the broken part of her heart.
The thought of revenge had spurred a darkness inside. She could feel it boiling underneath all her other feelings. Without the world pressing in upon her Aria felt her own emotions tenfold. It was odd and annoying and Aria hated seeing so deeply inside.
Sound echoed in the halls again as footsteps fell. Borovsky yelled at her to come with him and Aria stood without a hesitation. She followed him and Jacinda Cross through the halls of the Atharim to the gym of the headquarters. A Japanese man practiced his sword work in the center. Aria watched the man preform his movements - she could see the years of training and practice. And she saw the difference between what she learned and what he had. It didn't matter if she learned the same techniques each teacher was different.
Martin wanted them to spar. Aria nodded her assent. It wasn't everyday she actually got to hit a superior. Aria had never fought Borvosky when she was younger, she'd sparred with many of his recruits, but not Borovsky himself. This was going to be fun - even if it was hand to hand and not her favorite form of combat.
Her thoughts traveled from the problem at hand to Lucas. The bitter pain welled up inside and Aria fought to push it away. She'd taken revenge upon his killer and yet the pain was still bitter it was still hard. There was nothing to fix the broken part of her heart.
The thought of revenge had spurred a darkness inside. She could feel it boiling underneath all her other feelings. Without the world pressing in upon her Aria felt her own emotions tenfold. It was odd and annoying and Aria hated seeing so deeply inside.
Sound echoed in the halls again as footsteps fell. Borovsky yelled at her to come with him and Aria stood without a hesitation. She followed him and Jacinda Cross through the halls of the Atharim to the gym of the headquarters. A Japanese man practiced his sword work in the center. Aria watched the man preform his movements - she could see the years of training and practice. And she saw the difference between what she learned and what he had. It didn't matter if she learned the same techniques each teacher was different.
Martin wanted them to spar. Aria nodded her assent. It wasn't everyday she actually got to hit a superior. Aria had never fought Borvosky when she was younger, she'd sparred with many of his recruits, but not Borovsky himself. This was going to be fun - even if it was hand to hand and not her favorite form of combat.