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a/n: If anyone wants to be a beta reader just tell me!

I personally didn't like my last chapter. If anyone else didn't like either please tell me!

Oh. I'm going to take off the chaps and put them on again so it might change a bit!

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January 12

Diego and I spent the night getting ready for tomorrows hunt. He's going to be taking the pictures of the lycan rendezvous from a distance and I am to cover him. We are both prepared to fire if we are caught. I've checked the inaccurate weather forecast. There is to be a full moon and a clear sky with light wind. I pray that the wind will only blow from one direction. If it changes and the lycans smell us, things will definitely get hairy.

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My muscles screamed in protest when woke up the next night. I, however, was still summoned to the dojo. Kahn must have realized what I felt like because he led me through some simple stretching exercises to help release the built up tension. Today I was to start to learn how to physically defend myself. I had never learned any sort of combat before; I was a lady and ladies did not fight, wrestle, or be loud, according to my mother. She firmly believed that girls should be meek, quiet, well-learned, and delicate.

"Have you learned any type of defense?" Kahn asked me. I shook my head. "None?"

"None," I answered truthfully.

Kahn sighed. "Well, then I guess we have to start from scratch. I guess we'll start with blocking." We moved to a vacant area of the floor. Kahn held his arms up, bent at the elbow, hands in front of his chest. "Hit me. Hit me as hard as you can." I can say I tried. I honesty tried. His arms moved in a blur and I found myself laying on the ground, my head wringing. "You can do better," he told me. I got up and went to punch him again. At the last second I brought my other hand up to hit him with. Kahn's eyes glinted. "Good, an attempt at a distraction. All right. Now I'm not going to block you this time; just try to hit me as hard as you can."

I pulled my arm back and let it fly forward. He didn't even flinch when my clenched fist hit his flesh. He frowned. "Has no one ever taught you how to punch?"

"No," I said flatly.

"Wait right here a second," he told me and ran off. I waited, idling in the corner, waiting for him to come back. When he did, he was carrying two balls, about medium sized. He dropped them on the floor. "Pick this ball up and throw it as hard as you can." I picked the ball up. It was heavier than a normal ball. I lifted it up and back and threw it as hard as I could. It went about three feet.

"No one has ever really taught me how to throw either," I told him, stating the obvious.

Kahn pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "We'll start with this then." He crumpled it up into a ball and brought it behind his head. "Now watch closely. I gain momentum to throw the ball when I bring it over my head. When I reach the top, above my head, I flick my wrist and let the ball go." I watched his arms progress through the air. "If I let go too soon, the ball will fly up and come straight down. If I let go too late, the ball will plummet down to the ground. It I throw it right here, it will be perfect."

I nodded taking the crumpled piece of paper. I copied his movements, throwing the paper farther then I had ever thrown anything before. After I had mastered throwing paper, I had to throw bigger, heavier things. Finally, I asked Kahn, "Why am I throwing things?"

"To build up strength in your arms and to help you throw punches better. It's also handy when throwing grenades and such." Two sore arms and stiff shoulders later, Kahn called for me to stop. "If you can throw one really hard punch at me, I'll let you go." I could already feel the warm water gently lapping at my skin, so I quickly gathered all my strength and hit him square on. That was some incentive! "Good. Now, I know you can climb walls, but can you scale poles?" I didn't like the sly grin he had on his face.

He led me over to a pillar. "Climb to the top." I looked up. It was a long way to the top and I was already tired.

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phoenixoftheknight- thanks for keeping your promise, procrastinator!