Vigo tilted his head with a small smile, holding out his hand for a handshake. "Ryker Shotz, nice to meet you." He answered, waiting to see what Flare would do.

Flare shook his hand before easily slipping behind him and placing a knife against his throat. That was the signal that the demo was over. After waiting a second she moved back to her place in line.

As Flare grabbed his hand Vigo twisted it, whirling her around and pushing her arm behind her back in a mind-numbingly painful way. "You never know who you're dealing with, so be on alert at all times." He said evenly, releasing her and folding his hands behind his back again. "Other than that, okay job." He commented.

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(Sorry to kinda erase your words LOL)

(that's ok) Flare nodded. She could tell Sasha was envious of her. As Flare turned to watch the other girls Sasha lunged at her with a knife. She somehow managed to break Flare's wrist and slash open her back before Flare flipped her to the ground and held her knife to Sasha's throat waiting for Vigo to tell her what to do. Her eyes flashed with anger and pain, blood dripped down her back, and her wrist was at an extremly akward angle. Damn it. that will need to be surgiacly repaired and Vigo is curently the only person here that can do it she thought.

Vigo opened his mouth to say something when he was rudely cut off when Sasha went ballistic. "I admire your fire, but it could easily get you killed." He said quietly, his breath hissing out as he darted forward and snapped Sasha's wrist, hauling the girl up on her feet and pushing her against a wall. "And in MY training- where I only train the most skilled people- you cannot afford to lose control." Vigo murmured, his cold eyes boring into Sasha's. "Leave, and don't return or I will hunt you down myself. This is no place for weaklings." He growled, opening the door and showing the girl out. "Class is over for now. Flare, come with me." Vigo folded his hands behind his back again and silently walked out.

Flare sighed and nodded "yes sir" she said before following Vigo out the door. As she walked she forced herself to focus so she wouldn't pass out. About 20 steps later she stumbled and fell into Vigo. "sorry sir" she said wincing mainly because she hit her wrist against a wall.

Vigo strode through the dark hallways, pausing when he got bumped. Saying nothing he turned into a side room and opened the door. After Flare entered he grabbed a special wrap and tightly wrapped her wrist, then slathered it in something that quickly dried and made a makeshift cast-looking-thing. "This will teach you how to fight with one arm, it is a good thing. You shouldn't have to rest but I will not allow someone passing out in my class, so you are dissmissed from the rest of the class. Use the time wisely." Vigo instructed.

Flare nodded "yes sir" she said before walking back to her dorm. When she reached her room she walked in and sat on her bed. She grabbed her note book and began to work on writing in code. After a few hours when the other students began to file in she put her notebook back and went to bed. The next morning she was the first one up as always, so she had a few minutes before Vigo came in and woke everyone up. She stood and stretched then decided to use her extra time to practice throwing knives at a target with one hand.

Vigo left, getting the room ready for the rest of the training session. He taught the other girls before telling them all it was time to rest, not that they should be able to get any.

In the morning he opened the door, his calculating eyes surveying them. Two girls were already up, one being Flare. "Time to get moving." He called harshly, closing the door and going to the training room.

Flare sighed pulling her knife out of the target and walking to the training room. As always she was the first one there. She stood silently at attention waiting for instructions. Her green eyes flikered dangerously. There was a reason why she was called the Blood Widow and it wasn't because she was nice.