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The training room is where you...Train. On the far wall there it is dedicated to weapons of all sorts. Every kind that has been collected over the years to the give preference to the fighter.

There are mats on the floor even though all who fight in here could very well handle themselves but sometimes it helps to have them around.

On the otherside of the training room, their are other training equipment that anyone would want to use as well as a cubby that holds towels and training clothes so that your very best clothes don't have to be ruined.

Cel walked over to a chair that had a perfect view of the whole training room and watched both males in the middle of the mats.

Crimson grinned. "If your afraid to fight me then that's fine. Only it's hand to hand combat. I wouldn't want us to fire off something and it hits the lovely Cel." He said, looking at her with a lustful gaze. Cel blinked and looked down, blushing just slightly. Looking back at Drake, Crimson took off his shirt to show off his well toned body. "Are you up to it?"

Crimson, unfazed by the threat, laughed and nodded. "As you wish Sir." He said with a bow and giving one last look at Cel who was watching them, prowled around Drake. The vampire's face went from humorous to a cold look as he struck out at Drake with his fist.

Cel watched, curious to see the fight. It was something worth watching since no one could beat Drake.

Crimson took in a sharp breath but he took the pain and swiped his leg out to drop Drake on the ground and pounce on him. "We've just begun." He growled and flipped off Drake. As he did so he grabbed the male by his ankles and flipped him over his head making him land hard on the ground. "You know, you have the same first name of a fighter I heard of. Legendary." He drawled.

Crimson snarled and saw the stars dance around his eyes but blinked them away as he narrowed his eyes on the man holding him up. "S-So..." He was trying to breathe and talk at the same time, "Your Drake Drakimir?" Now that was impressive and also awesome because he was someone he wanted to beat and take out of power.

Of course he would have to bide him time and it will come one day but not now. No, first he would have to see about that Cel girl and what's she's all about. Maybe a new conquest for a short time. Yes, a conquest to be kept close like a precious treasure.

Cel looked on with a worried looked at both men, biting her lip softly. Without knowing it, Jag was clapping his hand at the show smirking at how amazing a fighter his Master was. The male was good but not legendary like Drake. Cel scowled at her brother. "Cannibals." She muttered and looked away. It wasn't that she didn't like fights, sometimes it didn't do go to relish in them just for sport. She prefered to fight if it meant to increase her skill or to kill, not to play games with people.

Jag grinned. "Come on Cel, why don't you try your hand in the fight too? Who knows maybe you will beat the amazing Drake Drakimir." He said teasing her who stiffen and glared cutely. "If I could I would fight you and slit your throat." She snapped. Jag pouted. "You break my heart sweetheart." He winked. "Come on Drake. Challenge Cel. You know she's been itching for one."

Jag chuckled. "Who said anything about hurting Cel? My sweet girl there can hold her own just fine." He said, grinning broadly at the scowling sister who stood up. "If you want to fight me Jag then come out and say it. Only I won't go easy on you." she said, walking over to Crimson to help him up.

Crimson shook his head and looked up at the beautiful Cel who looked like an angel helping him up. Chuckling softly, he stood up and leaned a bit on Cel. "Thank you, my dear. You are a most pleasant sight to see when the stars have cleared from my eyes. Or perhaps that's what I see when I look at your eyes."

The vampress blinked at Crimson and blushed slightly, leading him to a chair. "No need to thank me." She said softly, uncomfortable by his attentions and compliments.

Her brother raised a brow and leaned close to Drake. "It seems she's attracted a male after all. Let's hope it ends well." He said, watching on with a sharp eye.

Cel left Crimson to nurse his slight headache but didn't notice the lustful look he was giving her as she walked over to Jag and Drake giving them both a scowl. "You almost broke your new clan member Drake." She said, her voice silkly smooth then looked at Jag with a narrowed gaze. "As for you. On the mat now. I long to rip you to shreds." She said and turned to walk on the mat, taking off her pretty shoes.

Jag blinked. "Your going to fight me in a dress?" He questioned walking on the mat and taking off his coat and his ruffled tie, throwing them to the side and loosening his shirt. "Come on sweethear, let's see what you got." He said, standing at a fighters stance as Cel smiled slightly at him that made the hairs on Crimson's neck stand on end and a chill went down his back. That woman looked scary with that sweet expression.

Cel slammed Jag down on his back, even though her brother wasn't doing much anyways and turned to walk off the mat, picking up her shoes in the process. "It seems I almost broke one of your clan members Drake. Forgive me." She said sweetly and not at all regretful of slamming her brother down on the mat who was laughing and getting up.

"Good show, sweet heart." He teased and got up to pick up his things. Cel looked at Drake slightly with that cute look of someone who might be in trouble.

Crimson just sat there and watched them with curiousity. It seemed as if Drake had feelings for the girl but they were noticed by her. At least not yet if Drake put himself out there to win her heart. Then again he could use this to his advantage and win her for himself. Oh yes he could taste the victory of that.