Scott and Damien walked together to the gym. It was huge, every piece of training equipment that you could think of. Some basic, and some advanced. Scott looked in awe at the facility. There was a few different sparing rings, and fighting areas along with a Virtual Reality area in the back.
"You ready?" Scott said to Damien
"Always" Damien said quickly
The two Samurai stepped onto the martial arts style fighting area. It was a large round, lightly padded fighting surface. Each fighter took positions on either side of the circle. Damien bowed stating that he was ready to fight. Scott not used to this greeting returned the bow but in a much more sloppy and awkward way. Just as Scott returned to an upright position from his bow, Damien quickly drew Killing Rain and Crashing Waves in a lighting fast dash towards his opponent. Scott barely had anytime to react, let alone counter attack, or block. All he could do was do his best to get out of the way of the pain coming his way. Scott rolled to his left, just getting out of the way in time. However Damien did not let up the attack, with one fluid motion he swung downwards towards Scott with the katana in his right hand. Scott rolled one more time, extending his baton on the way. Damien continued his offensive on Scott. Scott barely able to keep up was only able to defend with his weapon and block Damien's attack. Finally Scott saw an opening and swung his baton over his head to connect with Damien's. But just as Scott lifted his arm to strike he felt a cold sharp pain on his neck. The tip of Killing rain was touching his Adams apple, stopping him dead in his tracks.
"You lose" Damien stated.
"Yeah you got me. Again?"
Damien withdrew his sword back to his side and nodded. This time Scott attacked first, his baton ringing of Damien's twin swords. Damien was hardly breaking a sweat, he then side stepped Scott and tripped him with the back end of Crashing Waves. Scott laid on his back faced up staring at Killing Rain.
"You lose" Damien said for the second time
Scott changed his focus to Damien's face, and Damien's cold eyes. A small chill crept up Scott's spine.
"Alright, one more, but this time; no weapons."