Just another day (closed)

As the time went on, Cressida relied on her senses, after all, sight is the best sense to inhibit when fighting a quincy. This was the next best thing to proper training as Cressida couldn't imbue these balls with reiatsu. Hit, getting it, it was all good practice. Hearing the cues silence for a moment she swore she could sense another presence before the click came from directly behind. In a swift motion she quickly moved her left food back as she turned with her right quickly stomping her left foot down as she stabbed forwards towards the ball with excessive force; cutting into the ball from one side and causing the stitches on the opposite side to snap, the tennis ball broke as the iron ball fell,making a louder sound then normal as it hit the tiles. In this sound the click was overshadowed as a ball from the side at an angle flew towards Cressida in the collar bone.

"Crap, didn't hear the click! Barely the shot!"

As the ball hit her, she got knocked back a few steps as she planted her sword down, breathing heavy as she grabbed her collarbone, the maid in shock as she looked ready to have a heart attack panicked for Cressida. However Cressida calls that space the danger zone for a reason, whoever enters it risks themselves. Cressida slowly stood back up as blue trails ran around her chest and neck and area, seeing this the maid sighed of relief that there was no serious damage. As the last ball launched, the blue light traced down to her left arm as she caught the ball, stopping it with her hands before dropping it.

Looking towards the direction of the maid, still blindfolded she searched for the maids reiatsu and locked in, as if she was looking at her.

"Melinda, what have I told you about company during sensory training? "

Bowing, the maid responded quickly. " Forgive me my Lady, he's the son of your father's associate this afternoon. The American one."

Cressida sighed as she can't blame the maid, but interrupting this training could cause needless pain,but now was not the time. Signaling the maid to clean up the balls, she left her sword on a rack, still blindfolded, approaching the small table as she grabbed a towel from a bench along the way, drying off hours of sweat.

Sitting down she still grabbed the glass poured for her before the last round as she spoke to the gentleman before her. Recalling the blue light in her veins she quickly diminished it.

"Use an ability top much and you kinda forget it's there. Oh, where are my manners, I am Cressida Schade. You must be Ash, correct?"

Meanwhile in the study, Derrek Schade led his business associate towards the dark oak desk as he poured two drinks from the whiskey bottle, offering one to Mr. Gravebeaux. His demeanor shifted towards a stern and serious one after pretending to care for the boy he did see as few issues arise, which he felt he should address.

"Andrew, as your frie, associ, alright as a concerned business partner I need to say something. While your wife was alive, your son was never a problem, however without an experienced Quincy to look over him, he's gonna make both our lives hell, well mostly yours. Don't trust him with anything worth investing, he'll drag trouble that he might not be able to solve, trust me."

Taking his seat at the desk, he placed is drink on a coaster as he briefly paused, pondering what this man knows and chooses to understand about the Quincy.

"Last I spoke with your wife, there was a heated argument. The boy needs to get way smarter quickly or lose his Quincy abilities. Do you stand anywhere?"

WC 636
Twc 976