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Crystal got up and moved her chair back to it's place. She was quiet as seh looked aorund the place. SHe didn't know what to say to anyone. Quietly she walked into the trainig room and pulled a sword from the wall.

Lan was still standing off to the far wall of the training room, he seemed too engrossed with his counting to have noticed the Warrior's Spirit. After he counted all five fingers on his left hand, his only good hand, he would reach up and pluck a stran of platinum hair from the top of his head and wrap it around his finger, the continue counting. He had about eight strands of hair around his middle finger, he wasn't counting the weapons, instead he was counting units of measurement.

Noticing Lan standing in the room with her, Crystal quickly came to a stop.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize some one was using this place already. If you like a can go and leave you here alone."

Crystal said with a warm voice. She turned back to the wall there she pulled her sword from, waiting for a reply before putting the weapon up.

"Continue your training as you desire, Warrior Spirit...I will be leaving in a short time. Your presence angers me, this building sickens me, and the creatures in the main room annoy me to no end."

Lan had yanked another two hairs from his head and delicately wrapped them around his middle finger. Turning to face the young Crystal he stood his full, commanding, 13 feet, no longer counting with his left hand, instead he let it rest upon Ka'lana. The blade seemed to be glowing, reflecting her husband's desires. Lan wanted nothing more then to avenge his brother's death, at the fault of the Warrior Spirit, but because of Ka'lana's intervention in the gardens, he let his anger subside and his thirst for vengence be drawn back into the recess of his thoughts.

Stirring on Fochts bed, she opened her eyes and scanned the room as she sat up. She was hoping to find FOcht beside her, but she was asking for too much. She stood up and brushed her hair behind her ear as she took one last glance around the room she might not ever see again. She grabbed her things, as she noticed Focht's blades on the night table. she titled her head to side.

" he would never leave his things behind..."

She grabbed them and soon headed out of the room with his blade in hand. She walked down the stairs and glanced around at those in the Dojo. she was quite worried but wasnt going to show it too much.

" has anyone seen Focht?"

"You are still mad at me. I an very sorry about his death. As I have said before I'll willing to do anything to make it up. I picked up the flaming sword after it hurt me badly. I'm just now getting over the wounds it gave me. Please.. what else must I do. He ws my friend and i'm sad that he is gone too."

"Don't mind that a**. He's out for me and If he stabbed me now.. I wouldn't give a donkey s**t." She growled lowly as she whispered. "He may be tall but he has nothing on me." She said boredly and bumped her head on the railing. She hissed and looked up at it. --; "<********>." She snapped and stood, brushing off as her tail flickered behind her. She rubbed the back of her head gently with the tips of her fingers and sighed. "I do need some rest..."