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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 22, 2017 4:40:59 GMT -5
"If you're not busy," she answered plainly. He said he would meet her in 15 minutes and she nodded then excused herself. She was moving easily around the castle these days. Now that she was living there, Sam had given a skeleton key. At the time Lyra had felt almost honored to receive such an item but now she used it with as little disregard as one would a tissue.
Lyra headed to the enchanted room where they had been training before Julian left. She didn't bother waiting the 15 minutes for Nicolas to arrive. As she stepped inside her attire changed; a shift dress, a pair of leggings, low heeled shoes. Lyra transfigured the shoes into five inch pumps and then continued on into the room. She enchanted one of the punching dummies to attack her and Lyra practiced dodging and deflecting on her own until Nicolas arrived.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 22, 2017 4:54:57 GMT -5
"You're going to break your ankle." Nik said entering the room ten minutes later. His clothes shifted as hers had.
He moved to where she was training and watched her.
"But at least your feet will look nice."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 22, 2017 4:59:29 GMT -5
"That is the idea," she replied when he said her feet would look nice. Lyra turned and faced him, wondering whether or not he was going to attempt to go easy on her. She wouldn't be having any of that today. She was done with all of the sympathy.
"What are we doing today?" she asked.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 22, 2017 5:01:17 GMT -5
"Breaking your ankle?" he asked, "That makes this all rather pointless don't you think?" He was serious about her footwear, five inch pumps to train in were absolutely ridiculous. She wouldn't be able to protect herself in those kind of shoes. She'd have been better off practicing barefoot.
"What would you like to work on?"
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 22, 2017 5:12:13 GMT -5
She flashed him a sideways glance as he continued to focus on her footwear. They'd been over this often enough before. She accommodated his worries before by wearing four inches but she wasn't going to be so accommodating now. This is what she wanted, and she was going to have it.
She thought about what she wanted to practice most. It all seemed important and she didn't feel especially confident with anything in particular. And it wasn't as though an attacked would only choose one mode of assault. They would try everything they could until they either got what they wanted or found it to be not worth the effort because of the fight she was putting up.
"Can we try a combination? Just attack and let me figure it out?" It was the most natural way, and she had already learned the basics. Lyra was fairly certain she could play it by ear and if she couldn't then that simply meant that she needed more practice.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 22, 2017 5:23:47 GMT -5
Lyra was a long way from being able to protect herself, at least physically. Her spells were decent enough, but physically she was at a loss. It really did matter what shoes she was wearing which is why Nik fought her so hard.
Everything in martial arts and self defense began with a stance, centering her gravity so that she had balance. It was impossible to achieve that kind of balance in five inch pumps. From there her attacks suffered, not being able to deliver enough strength which came from her core and twisting her entire body into a hit. And her defense suffered, being unable to fully block the attacks or use an attacker's momentum against them.
Nik went easy on her, but he wondered what would happen if she were attacked in the real world.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 22, 2017 5:29:58 GMT -5
If she were attacked in the real world she'd be overtaken immediately. Not because of her shoes but because Nicolas was going easy on her. She used the techniques he had shown her before and was able to evade, block, and punch him with some effort. Perhaps her shoes were getting in the way, but Lyra wouldn't acknowledge that. It was only the pity that Nicolas had for her that was causing her to struggle. It distracted her. An attacker wouldn't have pity.
"Don't tell me you've forgotten how to hit since we've been on break. It's only been a few weeks, stop being so pathetic and come after me."
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 22, 2017 5:43:22 GMT -5
"Alright, you want me to kick it up a notch I will." he gave her a grin. He thought it was healthy that she divert her energy from her sorrow to something productive and practical even if her shoes were an abomination.
He went a little harder, but still only what he believed she could handle. He did however, make a point about her heels as his own fancy footwork and quick moves would knock her off balance and he'd lightly tap her face or temple rather than full on punching her. A few times he moved fast simply to watch her trip over her own feet.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 22, 2017 6:03:16 GMT -5
She fell often enough, possibly more today than her first day training with Nicolas. But she got right back up and beckoned him again. She wasn't laughing and making jokes as she had been before. This wasn't a time for having fun, she was working and when Nicolas tapped her nose or showed off that he'd gotten the better of her, it annoyed Lyra.
"Really? I've been on my ass all day and you haven't once tried to pin me. It's like you want me to get raped." She couldn't very well defend herself if she never practiced how to do so. Lyra pulled herself up off the floor, where she had been spending a majority of the session on her backside getting the wind knocked out of her.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 22, 2017 17:36:37 GMT -5
Nik glared at her for the comment she made. It was a cruel, naive, and vicious statement. While he could appreciate her taking things more seriously, she still wasn't fully committed, so neither was he.
"Take off the shoes. Show me you're serious about this, and I won't hold back."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 22, 2017 19:26:52 GMT -5
They'd been over this so many times, what didn't he understand? These were the shoes she'd be wearing when out in public. What was the point in learning to defend herself if she couldn't do so in her own attire? She wouldn't have the opportunity to change her footwear if she were attacked. Lyra kept the shoes on defiantly, ignoring the fact that she was not defending herself as well as she had before because of them.
"That's right," she snapped back coldly. "I forgot, I can just ask the nice wizard trying to assault me if he can wait a minute as he's forcing me over a table so that I can take off my shoes." She fired a curse at Nicolas. "Come on." She fired another curse at him. "Take me." And another curse. "Unless you're not man enough." And another.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 22, 2017 20:39:35 GMT -5
Nik had always countered, asking what was the point of having nice shoes when it could cripple her in an attack? Was it so damn important that she gain the extra two or three inches? Her ass looked nice either way.
Nik skillfully dodged her curses, but her attitude pissed him off, and he retaliated harsher than he intended to. He was already close to her, and in her ridiculous heels it was all too easy to sweep her legs with his own and climb on top of her. He pinned her hands over her head and locked her legs in with his feet. He sat high on her chest so she couldn't move, but kept the majority of his weight off of her. He brought his face inches away from hers.
"Or maybe you find a way to kick them off after you've stunned the bastard and created distance like I've taught you." he snarled.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 22, 2017 21:43:10 GMT -5
Lyra was knocked backwards, falling to the floor hard and leaving her breathless as Nicolas climbed on top of her. Her hair was sprawled out creating a halo of soft, blonde curls around her face upon which he pinned her hands above her head. She tried to move but his weight on her chest and his feet locking her legs down kept her trapped. She looked up at him as he scolded her for not listening to his tips for dealing with her heels during an altercation. At this point it was purely antagonistic that she kept them on. She smiled.
"We could practice that, too if you're up for it. I'm sure you won't mind bending me over a table while I try to get away." Her expression was suddenly sultry as she looked up at him. "Or we could forgo the trying to get away part."
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 22, 2017 22:19:14 GMT -5
Nik noticed the change immediately and his eyes hardened, "What kind of game are you playing?" he asked.
Lyra was a beautiful woman. It wasn't like he hadn't noticed. And they had spent a lot of time together. If he wasn't head over ass in love with Samantha, and Lyra wasn't head over ass in love with Julian, maybe he could have looked at Lyra differently, but as it was he was far too loyal to even entertain what Lyra had in mind.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 22, 2017 22:50:23 GMT -5
"Any kind of game you want," she said suggestively. "He already thought we did, probably still thinks we did." Lyra didn't need to say his name for Nicolas to know that she was speaking about Julian. "So if that bridge has already been burned, what's the harm in having a little fun?" She pushed against his hold on her arms. It was not a real struggle; it was more of a demonstration that she was captive and he had the control.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 23, 2017 0:07:34 GMT -5
He glared down at her for a minute trying to process her proposition. He got off of her abruptly and moved away from her toward the table. He began unwrapping the wraps he had on his hands.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 23, 2017 0:29:53 GMT -5
She felt the pressure on her chest release as he move away from her. Lyra took a moment to breath in deeply for the first time since he knocked her to the ground. She smirked as she rolled onto her side. She propped her head up on her left hand, using her arm as a brace that elongated her figure. Her other arm rested over her hips accenting the curves from her tiny waist to her hips.
Lyra watched as he unwrapped his hands, not sure if he planned to leave or take her up on her offer. She couldn't read him well; he had an excellent poker face. It was what made him so good at business, she suspected. In any case, she'd made her intentions clear and the look she was giving him now only reinforced her interests.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 23, 2017 2:01:47 GMT -5
He turned back to face her a serious expression his face. He leaned against the table and crossed his arms over his chest.
He raised a brow in expectation, "Well?" he nodded toward the table, "Bend over."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 23, 2017 2:14:45 GMT -5
Lyra smirked confidently at him before gracefully getting to her feet. Her hips swayed naturally as she moved toward him and when she was near enough she reached out her hand to touch his chest. Her delicate fingers slid upwards and entangled themselves in his hair as her face came close to his. Her lips parted slightly as she inhaled his scent.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 23, 2017 2:32:32 GMT -5
Nik caught her hand in a forceful grip. He spun her around and bent her over the table so that her, admittedly perfect ass, was more or less available.
"You've put me through a lot of hell Lyra..." he said in a rough voice, "But I think I've finally figured out what you need..." he smiled a rather unkind smile.
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