[center]“Nothing.” Was what he answered with when he could, her attacks a flurry but still somehow managing to look graceful. He met her attack or attack, his eyes glowering and his face blank as he memorized her fighting style. Her hair had come loose at one point, Clara seemed to pay it no heed as she continued forward. Kieran through punches and kicks and his mind flashed to the first time he'd met Isabela all those years ago. 

[i]Somehow Kieran had managed to keep himself alive. Since he'd left his home behind he'd wandered, town and town he passed with time to only admire a few shops and grab a place to sleep. He never really had a place to stay for more than a night, years passed and with it he grew and stayed at towns for more then a day. 

He came across a bar on a moonless night and decided that staying there would be better then outside. Entering he was immediately hit with the smell of alcohol and the shouts of the inhabitants, he moved forward and took a seat at the bar. The bartender glanced up and Kieran noted he was young-looking with a scar running from his left cheek down to his collarbone, the vampire offered a small wave in greeting. 

“What can I get ya?” Was asked as the male moved away farm the other side and towards him, Kieran blinked and tilted his head. Alcohol didn't affect hum but he knew that asking for a glass of water would make the others on either side of his scoff. He took a moment to think and after a glance at the bottles behind the male, Kieran pointed to a blue bottle and answered. 

“That one.” He stated and then place his palm in the counter, he pulled it back when he felt stickiness cling to his skin. The bartender laughed softly and wiped the counter before turning to face the bottles, Kieran focused on the others around him as shouts filled the air. It was a large bar and the vampire watched as a group around a pool table shouted once more, a tap on his shoulder drew his atren towards the front. A cup with crimsin liquid met his gaze and the bartender smiled and shrugged before turning away. 

He was jerked awake by a cool hand patting his cheek. His eyes blinked and Kieran sat up straight when his gaze focused on who had woken him. Her eyes were narrowed and her painted lips were pulled down into a frown. The pub was quieter now and the vampire blinked in confusion, the woman huffed and withdrew her hand. 

“Awful place to sleep if I say so. Come now love it's time to go home.” She stated with a arch of a crimsin brow, Kieran was thrown and she reached for his hand and tugged him off his stool. He allowed it and soon found himself in a room that screamed money, he glanced at the woman and she seemed to understand. “My name is Isabela Moines, a pleasure. You'll sleep here and we'll talk in the morning.”With that she'd pressed a kiss to his cheek and had left him alone. 

True to her word they talked the next morning. And from their a kinship was born and Kieran learned his to open up once more. He learned how to fight and trust the friends he'd made after meeting Isabela.[/i]

Ducking a punch, Kieran met Clara head on. His movements shifting and smoothing out as he recalled what Isabela had taught him. He hadn't had time to teach Ryanair but after this, he'd do just that.[/center] 

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