Ok been a while since I've put in the disclamer but ummmm guys don't own it wish I did but I don't.

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and for those who have been waiting patiently for this update sorry it took so long me and my beta reader both live in the midwest editing had to be put on hold while we dug ourselves out of our houses lol.

Witch Hunter Robin

Chapter 7

Retraining part 2 the Firing Range

A FanFic by Prospero53223

John had arrived exactly at one in the afternoon to pick up Amon and Robin only to find the both of them waiting outside for him. The older hunter may not have shown his appreciation for their promptness but it was highly noted.

"You two ready?" He asked, as he stepped out of his car.

Amon and Robin nodded their heads as they walked with John to the armory.

"So, we're heading to the firing range first?" Amon asked.

"Yes, the graduating class over on the recruit training side of the base ran into a discipline problem," John replied while shaking his head, knowing he was in for it with this new class.

"Ahh, I see." Amon said curtly.

Robin noticed both men's reactions. Neither one seemed happy, especially Amon, who already hated the idea of training with rookies.

When they reached the armory, Amon was handed a small arsenal of weapons to see how well he did with each gun. When they went to hand Robin a gun, they didn't know what to give her; she had no record of weapons training in her file.

"That's ok, I only need these." Robin said, as she held up her glasses.

The Armory Sergeant gave Robin a quizzical look as he shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever you say, ma'am."

The Armory Sergeant then got up from behind his desk, leaving his subordinate in charge, as he escorted Robin and Amon, along with John, to the firing range.

Amon went first as they started off with small caliber handguns, working their way up to a sniper rifle at the thousand yard line. Amon, of course, scored a perfect one hundred percent with each weapon that was handed to him. Next, it was Robin's turn and the armory Sergeant didn't see how Robin was going to stop anyone with just a pair of glasses. Too bad no one in the armory read Robin's profile a lot closer or they would have put in the targets they use for the craft-users.

"WHOA!" The armory Sergeant yelled in disbelief.

Robin had a smug I told you so' grin on her face, while Amon spoke up in her defense. "She warned you."

"IS THAT TRUE SGT. GRAVINO?" Robin and the others turned to see a very pissed-off officer walking their way.

"Yes sir, Lt. Kyle, sir." The Sergeant replied, as he saluted Lt. Kyle.

"Exactly how did she tell you SERGEANT!?" Lt. Kyle questioned, as he glared down at Sgt. Gravino

"She held up her glasses and told me, and I quote, 'That's ok, I only need these.'" Lieutenant Kyle shook his head as he walked up to Robin, "Ma'am I do apologize for the inconvenience, and if my sergeant would have read your profile more closely, he wouldn't need to get his lazy ass over by the targets and help the clean-up crew fix his fuck up."

"No, it's my fault sir. I should have been more vocal about my abilities," Robin replied earnestly.

"Ma'am, I admire your humility, but Sgt. Gravino has a record of not reading profiles all the way through." Lt. Kyle paused for a moment and turned around to see Sgt. Gravino still standing there. "Well? Why are you still standing here and NOT HELPING THE CLEANING CREW!"

"Sir, yes sir, right away sir." Sgt. Gravino said, as he ran over to the target area of the firing range and helped with the clean up.

"Now ma'am if you would just follow me I'll show you were craft users practice." Lt. Kyle said his voice calm and even.

"Thank you lieutenant." Robin spoke up again, as she followed Lt. Kyle to a closed-in building on the firing range.

Inside was a high tech firing range, where craft users could use the full force of their powers while being scored from the floor above. They had special targets as well; candles for fire users, dummies for all craft users to test how much of their power would effect the human body, computerized moving targets and simulated attacks from known witches in the SOLOMON data base. Robin was going to be tested on all bases.

"Ok Ms. Sena," the corporal in charge started to say to Robin, as he hooked her up to some monitoring devices. "We're just about ready to go."

Robin nodded, she was a little nervous. The last time she tested her powers was when Amon gave her the glasses and she scored a ninety eight percent. She wondered, how much stronger her craft had gotten since then? Then again, she really didn't want to know, she was afraid to know; afraid that knowing might be the one thing to set her off and let her be consumed by her own power.

Amon read the concern on Robin's face, brushing lightly by her as he grabbed her hand quickly while following the others to the upper level of the building.

"Ms. Sena, whenever you're ready will begin the test." The corporal's voice came over the intercom in the building.

Robin turned and nodded her head slightly to let them know she was ready to go and she was presented with her first test. It was the same one she had back in Japan, the long row of candles to light on either side of her. Robin had to push her glasses up a bit on her nose, the flame behind her emerald green eyes flashed as her craft emerged.

John, Amon and the two armory instructors watched in amazement; Robin had scored a perfect one hundred percent with the candles and didn't even break a sweat.

"Amazing." Lt. Kyle whispered

"Her blood pressure and heart rate didn't even go up!" The corporal noticed, as he watched the monitors.

Lt. Kyle nodded his head, "Give her the next test a bit harder than we normally would, I want to see this girl in action."

The corporal did as he was instructed and Robin's next test, the moving targets, was set at a level for hunters that had been in the field since Amon was in diapers.

"Incredible, absolutely incredible." John said, as he watched the monitors as well.

Amon, too, had noticed Robin's vitals were remaining normal, which meant she was remaining calm. He smiled, he had taught her well about keeping her nerve after all.

"She won't easily break sir, I taught my partner well when she joined us in Japan." Amon said as he watched the other three men, disbelief showed on their faces.

Lt. Kyle wanted to up her to the maximum level but was hesitant to do so, even with what they saw and what Amon had just said. At the same time, bringing her to the maximum level could also consume her, overpower her, if anyone, including Robin, was injured it would be his ass.

"Do you think, Amon-san, that, if we put her at the maximum level, she would be all right? Though, I think an even better question to ask would be if we would be all right?" Amon nodded his head. That was all Lt. Kyle needed. The corporal got on the intercom as he upped Robin's level yet again.

"OK Ms. Sena, you are doing a really good job. We're going to take the test up one more notch, good luck." Robin nodded, and waited for the test to begin yet again.

The room changed, it was now an alleyway. Robin found herself walking down it to find the "witch" at the end of the maze. She had remained calm and focused at the task at hand, even though it was only a test, a simulated hunt, Robin was all business. Robin found the " witch", one of the moving dummy targets at the end of the ally. The "witch" gave a menacing laugh before the simulated craft was fired at Robin. Once again, Robin's green eyes glowed with her flame as she put up a fire shield to protect herself before striking the " witch " with her own power.

John and the armory instructors watched in pure amazement, Amon in pure fear, as they watched Robin incinerate the " witch's " arm off with out any problem.

"Stop, you're pushing her too far now," Amon said, as he saw Robin's vitals on the monitors. Her heart rate was getting too high and her vision blurred, even with the glasses on.

"We can't sir," the corporal spoke up. "Once the test has started, we can't tamper with it."

Amon's face grew cold, he was pissed and he wasn't going to wait around for Robin to get injured by a piece of training equipment. He walked to the door and rushed down the stairs to find Robin and help her as best he could without any weapons.

"Hey, wait, you can't! .... Lt. Kyle I'm stopping the test, he'll get injured," the Corporal called out, in a panic.

"You will do no such thing Corporal." Lt. Kyle began to say, as he looked at John, "You have two very loyal hunters John and I wish you the best of luck with them in your class."

John nodded his head, he knew what the lieutenant was getting at and he, too, wanted to see what would happen to Amon down there with Robin.

Robin fought the simulated "witch" with everything she had, causing her to grow tired - fast. Hitting the dummy's arm the first time was, in her mind, just pure luck, now she could barely focus in on her target. She had to try, though, she had to pass this test or else ... she didn't want to even think about the or else.

The "witch" attacked again, and Robin was able to throw up her fire shield one more time while sending two streaks of fire in the "witch's" path. This time, Robin got lucky, her vision was shot but her fire had hit its target and the "witch" disintegrated. Robin started to sway when Amon finally got to her, catching her before she passed out.

"What is it that makes you think I am a witch?" Robin asked the empty room while Amon recalled the last time she said those words to the hunter called Sastre , a powerful earth craft user. He wasn't as strong as Methuselah, though, who Robin had killed four months earlier, asking her the same question.

"Just lie down, you'll be OK." Amon said as he lowered Robin to the ground, turning his sweatshirt into a make shift pillow for her.

"I can't see a thing." Robin sounded panicked.

"Shhhh, don't worry about it. They're getting a medic to check you out." John and the others had run down from the observation room, with a medic in tow, to check on Robin.

"Her pulse is a little weak. Let her rest and give her some water before she gets up. She'll have no problem and will be able to do her physical fitness test today as well." The medic told them.

"What about her vision?" Amon said in a flat tone, as he rested a reassuring hand on Robin's shoulder.

"It will come back. We've seen it before with craft users who push their powers to the limit, give it about an hour. If not, send her over to optometry and have them check her out." Lt. Kyle then thanked the medic as he left before turning to Robin, "That's some craft you have there young lady, you should be proud of yourself and how you are able to control it. Most, by now, would have taken advantage of such a gift."

Robin gave a weak smile, "Thank you," was all she could manage to say.

Lt. Kyle smiled and walked out, having to fill out an incident report now, since medical had to be brought in. He wasn't even going to bother telling Robin that she passed all her tests, he knew she was smart enough to figure that out herself.

"I'm going to call ahead to the gym and let them know we'll be a little late." John said, as he started to walk away, and waited for Amon to respond. When Amon didn't, John turned to see that Amon's full attention was on Robin and nobody else.

"She's lucky, you know, to have you as her partner, Amon." Amon nodded and John walked off to make his phone call, smiling to himself, knowing he did pick the right two people to be the classes team leaders.