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Disclaimer: Lone Star Fencing Center is a real place, but the characters are not. Any resemblance to anyone, or any event is purely coincidence.
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[Dallas, Texas
Dallas International School
4:22 pm]

Mulder and Scully walked down the path to Lone Star Fencing Center looking highly out of place in with their jackets slung over their arms.

"It must be at least 100 degrees out here Mulder," panted Scully.

Mulder simply pointed his thump upwards, to hot to reply.

"105?"

Again, the thumb.

"110?"

Mulder nodded. This news seemed to tire Scully more.

"I think my mind has decided that it liked 100 better." She said.

Fortunately, they were now approaching the gym that the Fencing Center rented. A glass wall and glass doors greeted them. Inside, there was a ring of people surrounding one of the fencing strips. Scully pulled open the glass door, and they found a place, watching in wonder.

Two people, dressed in their knickers, soccer socks, fencing jacket that covered both arms, a glove, and a mask were engaged in a fierce bout. The room wasn't much cooler that outside, and the agents could only imagine how the fencers felt.

The two combatants moved up and down the strip as though they were floating. Their arms and swords moved so fast they were nothing but blurs. The one on the left lunged forward, faking towards the head, then switching and cutting at the body. The right hand side had seen this before, and parried, cutting back at the opponent. The left hand fencer parried, retreated five steps and brought the weapon to the ground for a distraction. As the opponent approached, he brought his blade up, around, and flicked her, for she was now clearly a female, on the wrist.

*One of the students on the side announced to the every one, "HALT! Attack, parry, repost. Repost is no. Parry, repost. Repost is no. Attack, attack is yes. Final touch, 14 to 15, coach."

"Did you understand a word of what he just said?" Mulder asked Scully. She shook her head.

The two took off their masks, saluted each other with their swords, and then shook with their ungloved hands. Both were dripping sweat. The girl's hair was a tangled mess, but she was defiantly Kathryn Bergens. Her coach was explaining to her what she had done wrong.

"I fooled you. It was a classic move with a new twist. Don't assume that you already know what the other person is going to do, or they might just throw you for a loop. All right!" The coach raised his voice, "Everyone, change out of your fencing gear. Kathryn will take you for a run." All the students but Kathryn groaned.

The coach stripped off his jacket and approached the agents. "Are you the couple that was coming to see me about family lessons?" he asked. The agents looked at each other, raised an eyebrow, looked back at the coach and shook their heads.

Mulder answered his questioning look. "We're agents Mulder and Scully with the FBI," They flashed their badges. "Here to protect Kathryn Bergens."

Scully knew this song and dance by heart. She zoned out, letting Mulder do the talking, and focused on Kathryn. She was taking off her fencing gear, stripping down to her shorts and T-shirts. She wore dog tags around her neck, which she quickly tucked into her shirt. It looked to Scully like she dressed for comfort, rather than style.

Scully zoned back in as the coach was telling Mulder that they always ran just outside, and the agents could watch from under the awning.

"May we introduce ourselves before they start running?" asked Scully. The coach nodded.

As the agents walked towards the girl, Mulder muttered, "His name is Trent Young, by the way. The same Trent Young that won two silvers and a gold for fencing."

She let out a low whistle. Kathryn was crouched, back turned, and she was singing softly to herself.

"Kathryn Bergens." Stated Scully. The girl turned and stood. She towered over Scully, but not in a threatening way.

"Yes." She said softly.

"Agents Scully and Mulder, from the FBI, here to protect you."

The girl nodded and gave her hand to Mulder, than to Scully. Her grip was firm, but not testing. She looked Scully in the eyes respectfully. Scully saw sadness, and… something else. Her gaze was eerily familiar.

"If you will excuse me, agents, I need to take the group for a run."

Scully watched her go, thinking hard.
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For those of you that don't know that much about fencing, here is a brief overview.

Fencers in an en guard position stand with their legs at right angles, whatever hand they fence with, that foot pointed forward. Their knees are bent, their body strait up and down, shoulders relaxed. The weapon being fenced in this story is called a saber. In saber you slash at your opponent, instead of stabbing at them, so the weapon is held upright, angled slightly at the opponent.

An advance is one step forward, with legs still bent, feet still at right angles, leading with the front foot. Both feet should hit the ground at the same time. A retreat is the same, except that the rear foot leads.

A lunge is just that. The front foot is lifted an inch of the ground, and thrown forwards. The knee shouldn't go further than the ankle. The back leg should be strait, not still bent like in en guard.

A basic attack is just a slash at the head or torso. They can be combined with fakes and any number of advances or lunges. A parry is just a block of an attack.

While this is very basic, I hope it helps!