The Salle, Sunday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

Normally, Cara trained either in her room or some secluded corner of the preserves, but after the truly wonderful night she'd had last night, this morning she couldn't stand the one and didn't have the patience to find the other

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[redandblueblur]

Sometimes it was like Clark had a sixth sense when it came to finding his friends. Today he certainly wasn't complaining about finding Cara working out in the Salle.

Looking around the room, it reminded him of Lex - minus the fencing mask and training sword, naturally. Clark hung out in the doorway, watching and waiting for her to give a sign that he was welcome.

[wrongkindofsith]

Mornings like these, Cara really only had two reasons to want to interact with other people, but since one of those two did tend to involve Clark...

She stepped back from a lunge into a resting stance, agiels hanging by her sides, and acknowledged him with a nod. "Clark."

[redandblueblur]

"You seem to be working out some serious aggression," Clark said, stepping inside with a smile. "Think it's safe for me in here?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"I don't bite," Cara replied, as she slipped her agiels back into their holster, too on edge to return the smile yet. "Not in public, anyway."

[redandblueblur]

Even if she wasn't smiling, she certainly had a way of bringing out his bashful side as much as he'd like to block it. "You sure were working hard there. I'd be willing to help out if you were gonna keep going."

[wrongkindofsith]

While Cara's first inclination was to suggest that help work out the tension another way, she also hadn't trained against another person since she'd gotten here. Plus it was hardly like the one idea precluded the other.

"Mord'Sith don't hold back when we fight. Even in practice." That wasn't so much a 'no' as a warning.

[redandblueblur]

Clark remembered a time when he'd tried to explain the whole invulnerable thing to her, but maybe this would work better. "Trust me, Cara, I think I know better than to expect you to hold back," he said. "And I promise I can take whatever you bring."

[wrongkindofsith]

"I'm not joking, Clark," Cara explained patiently. Well, relatively patiently all things considered. "Even without my agiels, I could hurt you, badly." Still wasn't a 'no' though.

[redandblueblur]

"Don't worry," he told her, taking this seriously even if he was smiling. "You really can't." Clark even tried to assume a more punching bag-like position in front of her. "Try!"

[wrongkindofsith]

Under most circumstances Cara would simply have walked out rather than indulge this insanity further, but as it was her already frayed temper snapped and she stalked over to the weapons locker to retrieve a dagger.

"Give me your hand."

She was going to nip this 'invulnerable' nonsense in the bud before he really got himself hurt.

[redandblueblur]

Even if it meant bending her dagger in the process, Clark was ready to show Cara he wasn't lying about what he could do. "Don't hurt yourself trying," he warned, holding his hand out, palm up.

[wrongkindofsith]

If he was just going to stand there and let her cut, it was clearly past time for someone to be doing this. Luckily the blade was sharp enough that it should only start hurting afterward.

Without hesitating, she dragged the dagger across his palm in a practised stroke that should have left a clean, shallow, but freely bleeding gash behind.

[redandblueblur]

Instead there was a whole lot of nothing happening. "See, nothing."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara frowned, tracing a thumb along the line the dagger should have left behind. "That shouldn't be possible."

Still frowning, she started tugging off her left glove. It wouldn't hurt to double-check that the problem wasn't with the blade. Well, not much.

[redandblueblur]

"It's not the blade," Clark told her, reaching to see if she wouldn't hand it to him. "I can't be cut or stabbed or even shot. This is what I tried to tell you before."

[wrongkindofsith]

She did, but not before testing the edge against the pad of her thumb. "A dagger's one thing. I'm not lining up an arrow to prove a point."