Air rushed passed Makaâ€™s face, enough force behind it to ruffle up her hair a bit as she bucked back from a punch being thrown by one of her elite guards. The marble floor they were sparing on slick in a few places where a takedown had occurred, the room in which they fought echoing with their exchanging of blows and the slapping of their bare feet on stone. Her opponent was larger than her, more muscled and a good head taller than her but that did not make him slow, not by a long shot. He was fast and he was smart having spared with her before he knew her style, her â€˜tricksâ€™ and so far had effectively neutralized her attacks, seeming to even be wearing her down a bit. Maka held her fists up to guard her face, her legs firmly planted power and force was how she usually fought adding her speed into the mix to throw opponents off guard so that she could get inside and deliver the final blow. This time however she was going to have to try out something different, something new; perhaps cheat a little.<br/><br/>The guard rushed her wishing to close the distance between the two of them so that he could grapple her and end the fight. Maka smirked taking one step back and moving far faster then he thought possible she jumped into the air, knee first to catch him square in the jaw, his own momentum adding to the blow which ultimately knocked him out cold. Maka landed straddling him as he lay flat on his back down for the count, cheers and applause went up as those watching congratulated Maka on the win. There were some silent groans though as money was exchanged between a few who had thought for sure that Lynus was going to beat Maka this time.<br/><br/>Maka took her cut of the money from her second in command after exchanging a triumphant fist bump; she dismissed them all to other duties leaving her alone in her sparing room. Standing there in the center of the large circular room she took a deep calming breath before she began going through the motions of practicing. High kicks, punches, spinning, moving, dipping, dodging till she felt the moves were perfect and without flaw. Sighing she lowered herself to ground crossing her legs, closing her eyes and doing a bit of mediation to calm and sooth her thoughts; to find her center.<br/><br/>Taking a deep calming breath she stood in one fluid motion, the loose clothing of her outfit moving with her. The simple dark green tank-top that ended just above her stomach was complemented with a pair of dark green cotton pants; her skin was the color of mocha and well defined from her time spent training and the power she drew from her element earth. Walking to the edge of the room scooping up the green towel she left there she then walked out into the halls of her massive estate. Her bare feet feeling relaxed against the cool stone of the marble, as she easily navigated her way through the many twists and turns. Several of her honor guards saluted her and bowed their heads to her as she passed, those who had been privy to the recent match smiled and winked as she passed, causing an amused smirk and a light shake of her head as she went by. She continued until she reached her private chambers where the large solid green marble and gold double doors slowly groaned open to her of their own accord, the bit of power she used to move them not even warranting any real focus on her part as it was something that she did so often it became habitual.<br/><br/>Entering her chambers there were several trophies from throughout the centuries that she has acquired, some richly decorated covered in gold and jewels, while others were as simple as a small peddle or unadorned dagger. The meanings of most were not known to anyone save Maka and she treasured each and everyone, even taking her time to personally clean and dust each one. The rest of the room was very simply furnished according to her tastes, though a large stone four post bed with a huge mattress took up a good portion of the room; the room was lit with soft over head lights and a huge black onyx fireplace. She liked to feel warm and cozy so if anything were to describe her personal room it would be that of a warm and oddly cozy cave, with all the stone furniture, the naturally formed and shaped walls which were created to mimic the walls of a cave with a bit of human touch.<br/><br/>Tossing the towel on one of the chairs that sat in front of the fireplace she went to stand out on her balcony and look out over the city. The night air was cool against her skin as she leaned forward resting her arms on the railing. Musing to herself of the whereabouts and actions of the other lords? Just what was the purpose of her life and existence? Aside from creating a safe and secure place for others to live in happiness, in freedomâ€¦.in love.