Owner	Pose
David Xanatos	The instructions were realitively simple, you were to meet a man named Owen Burnett in the lobby. And considering that the check, with it's very reasonable amount of zeroes, had cleared easily enough it would seem a reasonable instruction. The man waiting stood ramrod straight with perfect posture, He wore frameless glasses with perfectly cut short blonde hair. He could been seen at a glance to be humorless, efficiant, and an expert at what he did...whatever that was, as well as perfectly content to wait all day, or untill discharged by his master.
Millicent	Polished golden chainmail, fine navy blue silk and a set of minimalist bone white plate mail beset with hundreds of tiny golden gems. A buckler clamped onto the left gauntlet with a decidedly lunar motif, short navy blue cape with the night sky lovingly stitched in delicate gold thread over one shoulder. A helmet built like some sort of four eyed wolf, one set cast in gold colored gemstones the size of a softball and the second smaller in the color of pale moonlight. Nevermind the assault rifle slung over shoulder, or the two massive bone white "Needles" sheathed in the small of her back.     She's unmistakable, if only because nobody would ever even try to pull off that armor. The Free lancer, a woman who may or may not be the greatest living swordfighter. She steps into the lobby without a hint of worry over being fully costumed, or armed, or yaknow anything at all really. Swiveling that four eyed gaze towards Owen, before lifting a clawed gauntlet skyward. "My time is not cheap, lets not waste any of it shall we?"
David Xanatos	"Indeed not, if you will follow me." The man says simply and leads her to a golden elevator, scanning a key card that takes them all the way up to the very top of the Eyrie building and then out onto the roof. "There are stairs from here. Will that be a difficulty?" he asks simply. As he guides her over towards what is unmistakeably a castle constructed atop the building.
Millicent	"Not a problem"she returns cooly, and well if anything the presence of a castle is a comforting one. Indeed the familar sound of armored boots against hard stone is a delight she hadn't anticipated, because who the hell builds castles atop sky scrapers save for David Xanatos right? Anywho she follows without the a hint of hesitation, helmet sweeping slowly back and fourth. "Your master certainly knows how to appreciate a good architectual feature, that's for certain."
David Xanatos	"Quite so, we had it shipped stone by stone over from Scotland. He is quite proud of it." Hard to say if Owen is proud of it, despite handleing most of the logistics of his master's mad plan at the time. Or proud of much of anything to be fair. The man leads her through the castle courtyard and up several more stairs into the Great Hall. Xanatos stands there. The Business mogal of the 21'st century talking on his cell phone surrounded by torch light and ancient stone. As he sees them enter he says simply "Sharron, my appointment has arrived. See Owen with the details." And hangs up. He's wearing martial arts pants without a shirt and his black hair is pulled back into a pony tail. "Ms Haller. Thank you for making time for me." He says simply.
Millicent	"It's just Free Lancer when I'm in uniform."She corrects, politely. "I don't normally have time for students, but your patronage was most generous."Casually plucking those two huge "Needles" from their sheathes , and taking one in either gauntlet. she gives the pair a shake, and with a faint shimmering glow they grow and change. Now armed with a pair of short swords, still cast in the same stark white of bone. "Lets make the most of your money, arm yourself and demonstrate your worth as a potential student."Those four eyes glowing all the brighter for a moment, as she slowly widens her stance ever so slightly. "Show me what you're made of, young man."
David Xanatos	"My applogies," he says with deference, and nods as he removes a short sword from the wall. DEspite it's apparent use as decoration, it's obviously been well kept and tended to. He takes a defencive stance, and not an amaturish one. He's likely no master, but he has definately trained well before tonight. "At your leisure m'lady..."
Millicent	She's fast, naught but a blur once she gets going. Theres the audible -SWISH- of a sword, the flash of a vapor trail left by the sword's tip in the air . Then she drops a knee, right arm opening wide as that buckler goes up to block for the sword blow she expects he'll go for out of reflex. It's not a killing blow she goes for, but a tackle and a take down. Best not to skewer clients, and all that.
David Xanatos	David Xanatos takes the bait, as expected, and is tackled...as expected. From the corner Owen lets out an audible sigh at his master's mistake and pushes his glasses higher up on his nose. DAvid smiles a bit, dusting himself off. "Ouch." He says simply... and returns to his defensive stance.
Millicent	She rolls backwards onto her gauntlets, before rising into a momentary lopsided hand stand. "You're fighting out of your depth, are you certain you're worthy? Perhaps you should have your man call the YMCA, see if they can get you a class with the children?"And upright, in a smooth fluid roll back onto her boots. "Come on and fight me!"She raises one sword as she dashes foreward again, feinting a jab before dropping her shoulder and twisting mid stride, it's a blur of silk and plate as she brings the heel of that boot down towards David's sword shoulder.
David Xanatos	David Xanatos spins out of the way of the kick, spining his sword elegantly to parry away the woman's own blow. He doesn't return the banter, it's not a trick he's been taught by his own sword master and thus not one he feels comfortable trying to employ. His sword moving to press an attack towards her instead.
Millicent	She hits the ground and all but coils into a crouch, beating that sword away with a flash of movement before rushing foreward. Stepping well inside even short sword range, before driving an elbow foreward after David's ribs. She won't break the man's nose, but theres no reason she can't potentially bruise a rib. "I'd ask if you were dancing or fighting, but I've known one legged drunkards who could dance better than this."Armored helm swinging towards Owen for a moment. "You've been training him with like weapons it seems, amatuer mistake."
David Xanatos	David Xanatos takes the hit, but more with it, severely diminishing it's impact. Reversing the weapon to try to bring the pommel of the sword down on her forearm. As he steps away, maintaing his gaurd to retake a few breaths Owen says, "Yes, which is why I advised him to seek outside tutilage. He's reached a point in his training where for him to continue under me could become dangerous in advancement, or stagnant if I do not advance. A Middleground had to be set."
Millicent	That blade slips across the plate of her gauntlet, like skipping a dull blade off buttered glass. Slowly she stands though, nodding as she watches David for a moment. "I accept terms, six lessons. You should expect home work and possible injury, after this if I do not feel satisfied with your level of effort our contract will end. If I chose to continue it, we'll negotiate terms at that time."Casually she gives those blades a flourishing toss, before catching them as they return to the needle shapes they began with.     One gauntlet raises to point, as she locks all four of her helmet's gemstone "eyes" onto David. "Speak only truth, and tell me what you think you are in this world."
David Xanatos	David Xanatos looks her in her eyes, unfliniching and without fear. Despite the physical exertion, his words are steady and calm as he answers simply, "The man destined to change it." And then he offers her his hand, which despite everything else is still the best and most binding way to seal a contract.
Millicent	"No. You are the son of a thousand brave men, of warriors who fought and killed and did whatever was necessary. Their blood lines would not have survived to give birth to you, had they fought fair. Your ancestors drove wolves and bears off with sticks and anger, and they didn't do it so you could stand on equal footing with anyone. They sacrificed so that you may stand above, so no more of this like weapon nonsense."One gauntlet lifts to grasp that helmet, and roll it free.     The Damsel of Distrss in that armor, well she's beautiful. A face crafted at mind numbing expense, by the greatest fey artisans. Skin as black as coal, touched with freckles of gold. Hair the color of moonlight, and eyes of brilliant inhuman yellow. She was beautiful by the standards of the High-born fey who crafted her, and by mortal standards? Well anyway she shakes the offered hand firmly. "Lesson one David, Do not ever fight fair. There is no honor in death because you knelt at the alter of fair-play, there is honor in success and honesty but not death. Do you understand, young man?"
David Xanatos	Give the man one credit, while he certainly notices and even appreciates the woman's beauty, he doesn't let it seem to effect him. He listens to her words, acknowledging them and seeming to take them to heart. "I see your point." He says simply, taking the sword and returning it to the wall. "I shall see to having something more...appropriate for our next outting." he says taking the towel Owen offers him and wiping his face. "Can I offer you refreshment? Not that you seem to have worked up much of a sweat..."
Millicent	"You're strong and you've got good reach, maximize your strengths."She offers cooly, before tucking that helmet casually under arm. "Coffee would be lovely, thankyou."she returns, before letting her gaze sweep the room almost suspiciously. "If you're truly concerned, you should find a shooting instructor as well. If you're fighting for your life, you should be able to use any and every tool available at your disposal."
David Xanatos	"I have a shooting instructor." He says calmly and gestures to his blond assistant, who studiously begins preparing coffee. "He says that I am quite capable at it, which coming from Owen is high praise indeed." He gestures to a table and takes a seat across from her. "As for sword play, he says my skills are marginal, which I take to mean I am unlikely to stick the pointy end in my own eye by accident.
Millicent	"Marginal yes, I would agree."She doesn't take a seat, rather casually folding her free arm behind her as she stands and awaits her coffee."Your soft, but you're smart. In time you will work through the details enough to fully understand exactly what's at stake here. Failure is death, and the ire of angry ancestors for wasting your blood. You will need to learn how to hate, how to cast everything aside and live for the singular moment when you can jam three foot of hardened steel into somone's skull and lever it open. In combat there is no stopping or slowing down, it's till the ugly, filthy bitter end. You will have to become an animal, to call upon pure animal blood lust. This is difficult, but it's necessary."Theres a little shrug at that. "We'll see about hunting boar with a knife, to help warm you up to the idea. To know the sticky cling of hot blood on your hands and the sting of it in your eyes."Heavy metal Millicent, right?