As Nihil left the wolfbane baracks he was only foucsing on the new task at hand, to train and to win. As he entered the trainning ground he noticed that Trav and Nomia were with him this time and that he wouldnt be trainning alone this time. Happy that his team had finnaly goten the motivation to train he turned around on the trainning floor and said “Ok so whose going first” as he unsheated one of his blades.

"I'll go!" Nomia said with a grin as she stepped cautiously forward. She drew her sword from her side looking at it like a long lost friend. "It's been a while" She whispered softly. She looked at Nihil for a sign of well, anything, but mostly weakness. He was bigger than she was by quite a few inches and-from what she knew-he didn't seem like a complete idiot. She swallowed and nodded her head waiting for him to announce he was ready.

Seeing Nomia step up to dual with him gave Nihil a rush maybe she isnt as bad as I thought Nihil woundered as he unshethed his second blade. As he took his stance his blood rushed throughout his body his senses became more keened. “Remember, train as if you were going to kill me, cause that’s how I do it, so don’t hold back” With that he was in his stance and waited for Nomia to make the first move.

Nomia walked sideways, almost crab like evaluating her opponent. "Don't hold back? Yeah, alright." She said to him. "Same to you." She felt obligated to say that to him even though she knew he wouldn't dare hold back. On more than one occasion she's had people, men specifically hold back because she was a girl.

She took a step forward moving her sword towards him as she did.

((I'm not really sure how to sword fight in words lol))

Marcel shoved open the training room door as he exhaled a large cloud of smoke. He walked towards the side of the room, his eyes fixed on the two fighters. "do not mind me" he said with a smile. "I am simply here to observe." he grinned as he took another drag of his cigarette. As he did so he sat down, and looked towards Nomia with a wink.

Nihil eyes focused on Nomia smirk as his adrenaline started pumping. He loved fighting, he loved toying with death, and the thought of it exhilarated him, even if this was just training. Nihil always took training like it was his a fight to the death, regardless of who it was, regardless of the situation. Thinking about all of the people he killed women, children, soldiers, knights they were all just another obstacle to him. Drawing one of his blades to the level of his eye as they glanced to the side to see a lazy Frenchman smirking in the corner, and now Nihil felt more pressured and eager to show off his skills. He closed his eyes, the only sound he could hear was that of his own heartbeat and Nihil took a step as he gave a powerful swing of his sword, the blade striking sparks as it scratched, and then let the blade graze Nomia’s body slightly, almost hugging every curve.

Nomia saw the frenchman wink at her. She could feel a tinge on heat on her cheeks and instantly knew she was blushing. As Nihil's weapon drew ever nearer she shook her head, trying to focus on the task at hand. He didn't fool around she soon found out, and she liked that fact. As his weapon came dangerously close to her abdomen she jumped sideways trying to block his blade with her own. When the two colided the metal on metal clash resounded in the near empty room and she regained her bearings not really caring that the french were there at the monestary and that herself and Nihil were acting very ordinaryily. This was her mission now. She was determined to complete the fight regardless of vistitors and viewers.

Nihil was almost in a different world, he knew he was not to injure his partner especially since it felt like he was beginning to understand Nomia a little better. When their blades collided he believed that this was how a warrior, an assassin, expresses their true feelings about themselves. Only during a battle of life and death do people show their true colors. As Nomia held down Nihil’s blade ,he smirked and then swung his other blade, aiming with the hilt faced towards Nomia heading for impact with her ribcage. The moment it hit her rib cage, Nihil made an effort to restrain the amount of force it exerted, so it would only cause a slight bruise.

Nomia let out a rather unlady like grunt as she stumbled to the side from the power of the force. Why didn't she remember that second blade? Nonetheless she was greatful that he held the impact to a lower level than what it could have been. She knew it was going to be a hard match but she didn't really want to come away with broken bones. He was a tricky opponent, and that she found out the hard way which was unacceptable. In a real match to the death, on a real mission, she probably wouldn't be standing. That thought sent a shiver down her spine as she righted herself and catching the snarky look on Nihil's face didn't help her pride. She took a deep breath and tried to channel her entire focus into her hand to her trusty sword. Losing her cool in a fight, training or real, was always a bad desiscion and in this business bad desiscions weren't only bad they were life threatening. As she took a step forward ready to fight again, she reminded herself to watch out for BOTH blades and not just the one. She was learning a lot just by fighting with him because even though it was an exerscise it didn't feel like one.

“Can you still fight don’t forget you have the match with the French coming up” As he shot a glare of pure coldness in to the French assassin watching their match. Nihil had underestimated his opponent, her style was refined and she could use her blade as fluently as him almost. He was lucky she forgot about his second blade, if she had known that blade was coming it could have been countered than things would have gotten a little more tricky. He could tell he wouldn’t get another shot like that in again, with that he assumed his composure. Than he said something Nihil doesn’t say to often “Your good your style with a sword is rival to mine I don’t come across many people like you in this world. I know you won’t let that happen again the next move is all yours.” With that Nihil focused on her blade and then took a defensive posture.

"I've got plenty of fight left." Nomia said regarding his concern and secretly hoping the pompous looking french guy somking the cigarette heard. She couldn't help smiling at his genuinely nice comments. "Thank you!" She said trying to keep the surprise in her voice to a minimum but finding it incredibly difficult. As he took a defensive position she moved the weapon in her hand. In a shiny blur of movement the sword twirled in her hand as she brought it upward and down towards him hoping to knock the prepared blade from his hand. She wasn't going to hurt him, how useful would that be? Plus she knew he could-would block it.

( OOC: I'm still not sure on this whole fighitng with words thing. I've seen videos and it's really just a bunch of clinking of metal and stuff. Sorry!)

Still with a smirk Nihil saw the blade coming to rain down on top of his head her strength her speed everything was different this time around. Her movements were more quickened more precise Nihil had to admit her speed was much faster than his cause she wielded a single blade. When she came down on the dual blade combo Nihil felt another chill go though his spine it felt as though she was putting her own soul into this attack, like she was trying to prove something to him. Nihil was against gravity though if he had caught the movement for the upward slash this would be over in a heartbeat but he didn’t, her speed was impressive. Nihil needed both blades to defend against her quick slash. As she tried to grind her way through Nihils defensive posture Nihil was moved to think this clumsy girl of all people would put me on guard with both blades and with that he pushed her blade away and was somewhat winded he said “Amazing I haven’t found such a fight in years how about we save this for the French” as his eyes pierced the soul of the other assassin with his eyes now the pure shade of fresh crimson blood

Nomia lowered her sword, finally able to breathe again. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled at him, all cheekyness aside. He was a pretty nice fellow, once you got past the cold exterior. And he was an amazing fighter. "You're really good!" She told him and meaning it entirely. "I agree. Don't want to work too hard in training and then not be able to fight tomorrow. Besides, there's a couple more french people who need to be claimed, and I'm hungry. I bet he's hungry too." She said gesturing to Trav. Trav was sitting on a bench looking more than slightly offended at the frenchman's rings of smoke that he created with the last of his cegarette. Trav kind of looked like he wanted to put him in his place. But he looked tired and worn, like he needed food in his body and at the mention of food he stood and his face brightened.

“Alright lets head back the barracks and grab a bite to eat before the big contest started” Nihil said with a smile the only way he learned to trust people was through his blade and Nomia seemed like a person he could trust.” Trave lets go get something to eat” as he sheathed his blades and did a slight bow to Nomia “I think we’re going to need all the strength we can get to beat are challengers anyway” Nihil was scared he never used to say words that were caring but his team was comforting maybe they weren’t that bad at after all he thought and left for the exit.

Trav was a bit taken aback by how quickly Nomia had accepted Nihil’s challenge. But from what little he knows about her, she didn’t seem the kind who would have backed down either. Finding somewhere to stand out of their way he walked off to a nearby wall with a bench and stood for awhile until they began.

Getting to see how the two’s fighting style was going to be something he looked forward too.

That was until he heard, or rather smelt the stench of someone’s cigarette floating into the room. He looked over to see an assassin with clothing not familiar for the Lazarath assassins to wear and since they knew the French were already here, the only reasonable answer was that he was one of the initiates from that monastery. The smell of the smoke in the room bothered him.

Apparently so much that from the angle where Trav was at, and the position the other three were at, he couldn't quite tell which of the two assassins fighting that the French assassin winked at. Either way, the presence of the other assassin seemed to motivate the other two more because of the sudden mood change in the room when they began.

He really wanted to say something to the other assassin, like, 'if he wanted to stay any longer to throw that thing out.' or something along the lines of that. But he couldn't quite do it. Not when he should be paying attention to the other two and how they trained. So he glanced at the other assassin for a few seconds before putting the rest of his attention on how the other two were doing.
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Once Nomia said something about being hungry, Trav was more than ready to get out of the room. Not just because of the smell of the smoke, but because he himself was actually pretty hungry. They had skipped breakfast to go train. In which made him quite disappointed because he didn’t get to actually do anything but watch as they progressed while he sat around like a lazy bum with nothing better to do.

“Right, right, after you two.” He told them with a grin. Trav was just hungry enough to not be bothered with Nihil’s slip of mispronouncing his name, breakfast was one of the important meals that one shouldn’t miss out on…along with lunch…and dinner. And they had skipped one of those important meals because they were supposed to train the other night and two out of three didn’t quite do so. And since the other two seemed more interested in getting something to eat instead of training anymore, he stood around for a bit before following the other two out the door contemplating on whether or not he should have said anything to the French assassin about his smoking habit on the monastery grounds.