<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8c/3a/9f/8c3a9f7bb4b4a2e864440b40d267d19e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Psylocke<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest Outskirts<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sunday, Sept 3 just after midnight<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Teaching a lesson<br/><hr/><br/>“You will always be weaker, slower, and smaller than your opponent.  Train for it.  Fight or wear the collar Rahne.  That is all there is to life.  You either fight or you submit to what will happen.”<br/><br/>The distance between the pair seemed to be as nothing.  Psylocke was soon behind her, hands against her clothing.  Materials seemed to also count for little as the woman’s touch seemed to burn through them and press on the flesh of the other woman.  Subtly she manipulated Rahne into the pose she wanted.  A guiding hand now instead of a throaty punch, she pressed the woman into place.  At her ear she gave a true whisper.<br/><br/>“Eyes and groin.  Everyone has them and they all hurt.  There is no such thing as rules in a fight except the one who lives walks away and doesn’t have to wear the collar.”<br/><br/>As if to place emphasis on the collar aspect of the rules, Psylocke set her fingers across the other woman’s throat.  There was no pressure placed there, no digging of nails into skin.  Instead she simply placed a kiss to Rahne’s temple before moving to stand in front of her again.<br/><br/>“Remember to rest on the balls of your feet.  This is just the beginning so that you may move and adapt to what comes next.  As for who I am, right now I am your teacher.”<br/>