It was late into the night before she was free to show her father around her floor. The resemblance between the two was stronger when they both wore a simple black robe that tied around the waist with matching pants. He had asked for a training session with his only daughter, before heading out in the morning for another job. Though reluctant, she would honor her father in this.<br/><br/>Passing Marcus' rooms, she felt a tug, the connection between them calling for her to keep the male in her sights. She ignored it, heading into the main training area and giving her father time to wander to his hearts content.<br/><br/>"You keep the place clean. Who did the remodeling?" His voice quipped as he saw the training area being handled by two demons that wove spells to repair the damaged space.<br/><br/>"The dragon getting his first teeth. It's what the argument was over." She was looking at the mayhem. "Cleanup duty."<br/><br/>"I'm guessing you were training him?" His voice was amused.<br/><br/>"Surely none here can deal with the arrogance of a dragon better than one that has no hold within the same realm." She sighed and shifted feet. "But he still got in a good hit..."<br/><br/>Her wound had healed of its own accord almost by the time she had returned to her rooms. She had seen the look her father had given her about it, and figured it was his reason for the session. None of their kind had been injured in centuries. If she was damaged, than her skills were slipping.<br/><br/>As the last of the training area was repaired with the magic in the demons' blood, the dark haired man took to the floor. "No weapons, skill alone, submission." Hie black eyes spoke of his seriousness, even as the words left his mouth in something close to a question. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, as hers was down and in a long braid.<br/><br/>"Agreed," She whispered, and they began. Those looking on could only stand in awe of the fighters of smoke and air move like liquid in air about each other, tighter than any dancers dared. Their claws solid for only seconds, teeth flashing as they tried to claim victory.<br/><br/>