Voldemort had informed Audra that He would be gone the following evening, so Audra had planned to spend the entire night in the Second Realm playing catch up and Munchkin with her sisters. So she was surprised to hear the gentle knock on her cell door.
Perplexed, Audra quickly pulled herself for the meditation she was beginning and called, "Who is it?" Normally, whoever it was never waited for an invitation to enter, but would simply let themselves in. This person was giving her the chance at privacy, and she had a slight idea as to who it was.
Her suspicions were confirmed. "It's Trappe."
"Hold on a sec," she said. Quickly, she slipped into the mediation, scratched a note that said she'd be late in the dirt, and returned to reality. "Come in," she instructed.
Trappe opened the door and leaned against the frame. "How's it going?" he asked.
"Decent. Why are you here? My Master is gone for the evening."
Trappe smiled and flicked his wand at Audra; the shackles undid themselves from her wrists and ankles. There was a hungry glint in his eyes as he said, "That's exactly why I'm here."
She should have been wary; this was the sort of thing a Death Eater would do. And not like she wasn't expecting this to happen. After all, he'd shown her unknown kindness for the past few weeks… naturally he was only doing so that he may use her at a later date. Her muscles tensed, ready to spring to action should he attack her. Instead…
"Here, put this on," he said, tossing a wad of cloth at her. Bewildered, Audra grabbed the clothes and shook them out; it was a haori and hakama, better known as a men's kimono. Both were lightweight but sturdy, and Audra was thoroughly confused. She glanced up at Trappe, but he had politely turned his back to give her some privacy while she changed. Quickly she slipped out of her slave outfit and into the new one. She noticed an ace bandage roll was hidden in the sleeve and she used this to bind her chest.
Trappe snuck a peek at her and smiled; she looked good in men's garb. "Follow me," he instructed and lead the way up the stairs and into the living room. It was by far the largest room in the manor, and with the furniture piled up against the wall it appeared even larger. Audra walked around, reassuring her legs that they could travel past their normal limit. "You're out of practice," Trappe stated, standing in front of the fire. "And that's why we're here. You know the rules of fight club?" he asked, placing his wand on the mantle.
Audra smiled. "The first rule of fight club: you do not talk about fight club. The second rule of fight club: you do not talk about fight club," she recited. "The third rule of fight club: if someone says 'stop' or goes limp, taps out the fight is over. The forth rule of fight club: only two guys to a fight. The fifth rule: only one fight at a time, fellas."
"Very good," he said. He shook of his outer robes and Audra saw that he too was wearing a haori and hakama. Trappe stepped to the center of the room and waited for Audra to do the same. Cautiously she stood fighting distance in front of him. They locked eyes and bowed deeply.
Straitening up, Trappe didn't wait for Audra to be ready. He closed the distance between them in one stride and before she knew it he had thrown her to the ground and had her in an arm bar. Audra wrenched her arm from his hands and kicked him in the neck. He coughed from the impact, but didn't allow it to slow him up. He moved in to pin her down but Audra jumped back to her feet, knowing that she had a better chance sparring rather than grappling. The two exchanged punches, kicks and jabs all while looking for any hold on the other. A couple of times Audra was able to work a hand onto his lapel, but he would twist out, preventing her from a throw. Still, she kept trying to one-up him, after having been so quickly negated right off the back. As they continued to spar, her muscle memory began to return so that her dodges became quicker and her attacks more accurate. And she found that the more they fought, the more she enjoyed herself.
A blow connected with her temple causing Audra to see stars and not his follow up front kick. She fell back and into the wall, her shoulder clipping the edge of the fireplace mantle hard. The brick cracked loudly and she cursed loudly, rubbing the bruised spot on her shoulder. It was warm and sticky; apparently she had scuffed herself up. Trappe was on her in an instant, and she had to fight hard to get off the wall.
A new voice cried, "Crucio," and Audra fell to the ground twitching. As quickly as the pain came, it left, and turning around she saw Trappe holding a man by the throat against the wall. The Death Eater must have walked in on them in mid-fight and thought to break it up. Trappe released the man, who coughed and sputtered, rubbing his neck. "There was no need for your interference, Mott," Trappe growled.
"Then why is the mudblood unchained?" sneered Mott. "I thought she was bound for a reason." He was glowering at Audra, his wand still aimed at her chest.
Trappe stepped in front, completely shielding Audra from view. "The Dark Lord ordered me to make sure she was kept in fighting shape." Audra knew that this was a lie, that Trappe was bluffing, but she carefully kept her poker face. "And why are you here?" questioned Trappe. "The Dark Lord is out for the evening." Mott quickly looked away, having realized that he should not have been in the manor in the first place. Trappe saw the weakness in the man's eyes and said, "If you don't mention this encounter to the Dark Lord than neither will I." Mott nodded and left the room.
Trappe waited for the front door to shut before he let out a long breath. "Well that was lucky," he commented, turning around and offering Audra a hand up. Audra accepted the hand, but once standing she bowed her head obediently. "What's up?" Trappe asked concerned.
"Thank you, Sir, for protecting me," Audra said meekly.
Trappe shrugged. "Mott is an idiot; he should not have interfered." Trappe noticed that Audra was still remaining completely submissive even though he wasn't asserting any dominance over her. "Please look at me," he requested. She did as she was asked, but still kept quiet. "I'm not your superior," he explained calmly, "I am your equal; regardless of what other's believed."