First Rule Of Fight Club...

Desponia had bristled a little at the idea of taking a lesson from a child, she hadn't given the boy any indication of her irritation but it made her movements stiff as she moved to answer his call, for all her resentment about the situation she'd made up her mind to at least play the part of a dutiful pack member for now and so she would go to the lesson regardless of her personal feelings. She didn't like it even more that it was Ricin who was giving the lesson, she was sure he was a perfectly fine young man but she didn't trust anyone who seemed so devoted to her sister.

The woman swept into the training area and settled herself before the boy, doing her best to not look as on edge as she felt. She made a point to only glance as everyone else shuffled in and had to stifle the desire to roll her eyes as Ricin asked the gathering where the best place to strike for a killing blow was and why. She felt like a pup being walked through the basics when she was significantly more knowledgeable than that. Still, she was here. "The throat, it has one of the most important veins. That is assuming your opponent isn't smart enough to protect their throat."

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