Sparing Match

In the blink of an eye Priscilla dashed from her spot, placing herself right behind Lucia's tall frame. A powerful blocked by her forearm, the ground parted as Lucia skidded away. Priscilla followed up the first strike with a faster kick toward Lucia's head, barely missing it she was forced to reposition. Though the grand witch had much more combat experience than her disciple, the speed at which she learnt her attacks was far too quick.

Noir stood from a distance, amazed at how in the span of a couple of hours Priscilla could already perform to a semi-professional standard. Any club would be lucky to recruit her, but Noir was paying attention to the empty space between each kick. Lucia had plenty of time to throw a jab toward her throat with each of Priscilla's jumps, he determined that it was her way of giving the rookie some hope that her power grew.

He stood at the pinnacle of martial arts in Lucia's cult, rivaling some of the most recognized and powerful groups across the entire globe. But Lucia continued to outmatch him with every battle, it was for the simple reason that she had centuries of combat experience that trumped every kick or punch he could raise against her. His lack of understanding of fighting with magic created a blind spot that Lucia clearly had seen. Priscilla had been carrying her trusty scissors veiled a thick black fabric, every attempt Lucia would make at a strike would lead into her flesh being sliced apart.

'You got this Priscilla!' Tasha had wondered onto the training field, taking a seat beside Noir with a basket filled to the brim with intricately crafted sandwiches. 'How long have they been going at it?'

'No more than three minutes. Lucia is of course winning.' 

'Are you sure? It doesn't look like that to me.'

'Of course she is look at her-'

Dripping from Lucia's arm was the crimson blood, staining the grass with each wave of her hand, trying to dodge the flurry of attacks. Priscilla had locked onto Lucia's new weakness, slicing through the air with a blade strapped to her leg while the other aimed toward her stomach. Red mist had started to form on the ground, sticking to the grand witch's boots, locking her onto the ground.

'We agreed on no magic.' 

But Priscilla didn't listen, this was her only chance to inflict any real damage on a witch of such high status. Her eyes scanned every inch of Lucia's body, calculating the next strike. The effects of the spells couldn't be fully dispelled due to her level of concentration, some of the rage reaching her logical mind and muddying her decisions. 

A kick stronger than any before landed squarely into Lucia's stomach, knocking her back several feet onto the running track. Priscilla closed the gap, thrusting her blade into the ground where Lucia had previously been. Her hand's crawled around through the jumpsuit pulling a small blade and her uniquely shaped wand. The blade flew through the air, sparks flying like confetti with each of Priscilla's parries. With this Lucia had regained the upper hand.

'Aptur!' A large grimoire materialized behind Lucia. 

'Let's end this sweetie.'

The ground began breaking apart, large chunks of earth levitating up in the air, Priscilla fighting off the flying blade while jumping from platform to platform. She perched herself against a small piece of earth, launching herself toward Lucia like a bullet, slashing at her hair, purposefully missing her neck.

'I ended it for you.' A slight bit of blood trickled from her throat as the skin parted.

Lucia while proud had her reservation about how quickly Priscilla was adapting to this new lifestyle of non-stop battles. She had turned from her sweet bookworm to a monster far more dangerous than any Vaundr. 

'That was fucking amazing Priscilla! Where did you learn to fight like that?' Noir jumped up with all of his pent up excitement.

'I had to adapt in the veil, find different fighting styles and even use my body as a blade or shield.' She smiled, priding herself in everything she had managed to learn in the shadow veil.

'You have grown a lot, but understand that your cunningness and ability to adapt to fighting style will be your only advantage when entering the academy. Those witches will be ruthless upon your arrival, don't bat an eye at the insults. But always fight back to any physical threat.' Lucia had began restoring the destroyed area in which the battle took place. Her tone was filled with worry, not only for Priscilla but for those that choose to face her.

'Thank you for the spar Lucia...and I am sorry for going a bit overboard.' Priscilla bowed deeply.

'It's fine, even I was a rookie, excited to take on my superiors every chance I got.'

'Will you spar more with me then?'

'Definitely not.' She curtly smiled before heading off to her home.