"Alright then.", Christian said simply, stepping past the woman and motioning for [member="Dalansa"] to follow him. As he did he pulled his coat from over his shoulders and reached out, tossing it down on a coach that he passed on the way to his turbo lift. When he reached it, he stepped in side, waiting for her to follow, and once she did the doors closed. He directed the lift a few stories down from his office, this time going in the opposite direction of the roof on which they had trained on her first day.
When the doors opened on the lift, they stepped out into a massive, wide open space, nothing but clean metal floors and four white walls on all side, the only floor of his Casino tower that had no windows, and it was for that purpose of training exactly. Each end of the open room, the ceiling and the floor were sealed in by a thick durasteel layer, a few vents lining the walls and pouring in cool air. Hanging from the white walls were countless weapons. Knives, swords, staves, throwing weapons, spears, pikes, double ended blades, mallets, hammers, axes, shivs and a countless many more close combat weapons.
"Pick your poison, or employ your own weapons.", Christian said, turning and walking backwards across the room, reaching up and peeling his shirt up over his head revealing a massive, broad chest and sculpted muscles across his chest and stomach. His biceps, in particular, were massive from the tedious physical punishment he'd been putting himself through over the years as he had become obsessed with honing his body to be in pique physical condition so that Mastering the force could come as easily and naturally as possible.
"Once you've settled on a weapon, kill me."
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