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As Rose tossed and turned on the couch restlessly, trying to find a comfortable position or just trying to do something to keep her from going absolutely insane, a peculiar noise reached her ears. Stopping, she honed in on the sound, gathering that someone was coming this way...and it was someone she didn't know. Quickly, she pulled her mask back on and sat against the arm of the couch, one leg propped up on the couch and the other dangling lazily. She had grabbed for her swords which were attached to her back and held on in her hand across her lap, the other in her opposite hand back behind the couch and behind her head. Not exactly a defensive position, but then again with Ravager you always had to expect the unexpected. Finally, the perpetrator entered the lobby and Rose felt a small smirk play across her lips.

"Do not be alarmed, my lady, but there is someone here I seek."

Unmoving, Ravager gave him a lazy-sounding chuckle. Though somewhat pretty cool looking in Rose's opinion, the owl costume just made her want to smile. Though it did it's purpose in concealing his identity, and if it had been anyone else but her; intimidating. She had no idea where to even begin on how to start profiling him, which was a bit new to her as her father always had her thinking that way as of late. There was no way this new guy was a new Titan, someone would have told her about it, therefore, he was an intruder...fair game. That much she was sure of.

"What a coincidence..." Ravager said looking down at her blade in her lap. "...Because I've been waiting for you."

And with a blink of an eye, Ravager was off of the couch, swords drawn and running straight towards the intruder with somewhat of a war-cry coming from the female.
The armored female was running towards him, swords drawn. Her war-cry was ear piercing, but he paid it no heed. Drawing two of the five daggers strapped across his chest, he crisscrossed his arms and each blade met each sword. From his stance, Talon knew she'd see he had training. Lethal training.

Likewise, from her ferocity, Talon deduced that she had similar training, although from a different mentor. Talon shifted his weight suddenly, and slipped her swords aside.

"You have training, I see." he said, the voice distorter in his mask activating.
Sparks flew as their steel clashed, and as he pushed her off of him she took a step back to further analyze her opponent. She really needed to talk to Dick about their security system. The voice coming from the owl came as a bit of a surprise to her, but she kept face. It was practically rule number one in both her father's and Nightwings training...never let your opponent know what you're thinking.

"As have you." Rose countered, side-stepping to the right a few paces, keeping her eyes glued on him.

You should really be careful what you wish for Rose

"You will leave here one way or another, whether by your own accord in the next ten seconds, or in a bunch of tiny pieces..." She threatened.
Like a caged tiger, he began to circle the girl, taking in her features. Although her face was hidden beneath a half-mask, he could clearly see her blond hair flowing down her back. Her skin was cream-colored, as if she intentionally avoided sunlight. Her armor was bright orange intermixed with black. Her grimace revealed white teeth laced with a hint of yellow; from smoking most likely.

Talon took all of this in with a detached remoteness, continuing his orbit around her, searching for a plan of attack. She seemed tense. Was now the time to strike? Talon thought back to his training under William Cobb, Nightwing's grandfather, and knew from personal experience of the lactic acids breaking down muscle strength that she wouldn't last long against him relying on the twin swords. They each weighed, to his eye, several pounds. Combined with the exertion of fighting him, Talon gave her 3 minutes before fatigue set in; she'd look to end this quickly.

As he came to her left side, he threw a knife at her feet. His goal wasn't to harm her, rather, tire her out in order to reason with her. "Calm down. I am not here to kill you."
With cat-like tread, Rose jumped back nimbly from the knife that stuck into the floor, earning him a scowled expression that could hardly be defined under her mask. She knew that he would under-estimate her, it wasn't every day that someone was trained by both Deathstroke and Nightwing, she had no intentions of tiring out, not to mention the single syringe of adrenaline she kept on her at all times; unnoticeable of course to the naked eye, as she kept it in her bra under her costume. Though as much as her body itched for the amplified feeling of adrenaline, now was not the time.

"I really don't care what your here for." She said and relaxed her left arm, sheathing the one sword back behind her back and gripped onto the one sword with both hands. "You've just stumbled into the wrong slumber party." Again she rushed him, sword held high looking as if she might try to cut his head clean off but then at the last second she threw herself to the floor, sliding on her knees on the slick tile a good four feet before jumping up again and drove a kick to the back of his knees.

Talon sighed when she rushed at him, cringing when she kicked at his knees. Forcing himself through the pain, Talon centered himself.
Think, Thomas, use your head; the body will follow.

He turned rapidly, violently. Her reflexes were obviously honed and honed well. Using the knife in his right hand, he made a pass at her off hand, aiming for the back of her glove. Not even waiting to see if the gash was made, he slipped his boot in-between her legs, slipping his arm around her neck, the blade inches from her carotid artery. "Like I said, calm down."

A hiss of pain and anger escaped her lips as she felt a hot pain searing at her left hand. She didn't pause to even look though as Owl boy was on her once again, locking her in a choke-hold and suddenly a blade was pressed to her throat.

"Careful there big boy, you might start to excite me." She said keeping her voice calm. With a quick twist of her body, and an elbow jamming into his ribcage, she did somewhat of a backwards somersault over the man’s back, forcing distance between them by kicking with her boot at the near end, sending him flying forward onto his stomach and her backward onto her ass, crashing into a bookshelf which in turn toppled over.

A quick pre-image flashed into her mind even before the bookshelf even started to fall, and she rolled out of the way just as the shelf crashed down. Panting a bit, she took a knee, grabbing her second sword and stared down her opponent.

The heavy bookcase fell with a dull thud, alerting others; gauging the footfalls he heard, less than a minute. The girl was on one knee, staring him down. She was relentless, he had to do something unexpected. With that, he ripped off the owl-mask, showing his short, dark brown hair and green eyes set against a square jaw.

"My name is Thomas."

He sheathed the knives, and strode over, offering her a hand up.

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