Damien nodded as he gathered what was left over and put it away. "the best medicine is the kind that either tastes weird, feels weird or smells weird." he said and then looked over at her, "if you have one of those then you know the medicine works well." he said and smiled at her. He found that he couldn't help but smile more when he was around her. She was slightly annoying but he found he liked it. "no problem, if I am to teach you then I should look out for you. So for now on you can relay on me if you want." he said as he walked over to her.

Jazmine looked at him and smiled. He was so kind. A few days ago she wouldn't be thinking that. She stood and nodded. "Same for me...you are now my friend...and if you need ay help...like with money...I will help..." She curtsied and smiled at him again. She sat up straight. She waned t stay here for the night, but she had to be with Prince Alexander for the day. She still wasn't sure about him. but he seemed nice as well.

Damien smirked when he heard her and shook his head, "to me money is worth nothing, just being a friend Is good enought for me anda thousand times better then money." he said as he looked at her. In all truth hr had other reasons foe being a guard. Sure it gave him money but he hardly used a fourth of the money on himself. The rest he gave towho he thought needed it more then him. He then looked at her, "and are your serious about learning how to fight? Because I am sure your dad would have a fit if he knew." he said as he looked at her.

Jazmine listened to him. She was learning so much from him already. He was right. Money wasn't everything. She looked up at him when he asked her if she was sure about fighting. She was. Very. "Yes...I'm tire of being weak and being a burden...I look at the female warriors and wish I coul defend myself like they defend my kingdom in battle. She looked down, clentching her first. "I don't to beanother dansiel in distress..." She shook her head. "I don't want the people I care about to get hurt because of me...I can't tell you how many times I've seen guards died because tey were protecting me." She shook her head.

Damien nodded when he heard her and could understand exactly wereshe was comming from. He had watched otherguards die when he was defdending someone else. Usually that someone didn't care and went on or, with a few rare ones, they cared. She was one of the rare ones and he found himself smiling at her. He walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder gently, "well then let's get to practicing and learning so you can use these fists of yours to show everyone that your just as strong as them." he said as he looked at her fists. They were the hands of a princess but by the time he was done with her they would be the hands of a warrior. "but just to warn you it will be tough. You might end up wih bruises on your bodys and blood on your hands. But to a warrior they are a part of life. Can you live wih that?" he asked as he looked at her

Jazmine looked at him and hld up her fits and said. "Alright." She extended a fist as if she was hitting someone. "Lets do this...." She didn't care it was going to be tough. "I don't care if its tough...I don't want to keep on living like taking the easy path..." She smiled nd placed her hands back to her sides and looked at him. "I'm ready when you are..."

Damien smiled when he heard her and nodded, "okay then let's get started but first..." he said as he looked her over for a second. "we need to get you different clothes. You can't train with that on." he said and headed over to his bedroom. He soon came out with some clothing that looked old. "this is some clothes that don't fit me anymore. They might be a little big but they arebetter to train in then what you have on. Later we will get you some proper clothing of your own." he said as he looked at her. He thought about what he would start her outdoing first, it would probobly be the proper way to kick an punch. After that he would get I to the more complicated things.

Jazmine blinked whe he mentioned her clothes and then look down at her night gown. She waited for him. When he brought back the clothing, she looked at the clothes. They were dark colored clothes. Something she didn't wearoften. "Okay...be right back..." She looked around, and since the house was small, it wasn't too hard finding the bathroom, Sh closed the door and made sure it was before stripping from her clothes and into his. The shirt was a little baggy, and so were the pants, but not too much. Though sh did have to tie the string on the pants. They were just big enough to fall off if she moved just right. She soon came out, tugging on the bottom of the shirt "I look like a boy..."

Damien nodded and waited in the livingroom for her. Once she came out he nodded, she looked ready to train. But when he heard her he couldn't help but laugha little bit. "yes you do a little bit but you will see it is better for you when you train." he said as he smiled at her and then motioned to follow him as he walked to the door. Once they were outside he looked at her, "okay first I will teah you how to punch. It may sound silly but most people don't know how to throw a punch." he said as he looked at her.

Jazmine blushed a bit when he laugh. She put her hair up when he told her it would be better to fight in. "Alright. Atleast no one will notice its me in this outfit..." She smiled and giggled a bit. She followed him outside. It was still dark, but the liht f te full moon was enough for her. She looked and him. "Punching? Isn't punhing and slapping the same thing?" She tilted her head. Yeah, she really was THAT sheltered from the outside world. She shook her head and said. "Either way, show me how...sensei" She teased with a slight smile.

Damian just palmed his face when he heard her and just shook his head. He had hoped that she knew how to throw a punch. It was only a simple punch and she still didn't know how to do this. "okay, no they aren't the same thing. They are two completely different things." he said as he walked over and stood behind her. He took her hand into his and slowly turned her hand into a fist. "first off this is a fist, dont throw a punch any other way. If you do you will probably hurt yourself. Now then when you want to throw a punch you pull it back. When you pull it back this is called a chamber and it is where you get the power from. When you want to hit your throw it straight out." he said and as he spoke he showed her each way to do it.

She guessed she said something stupid when he did a face palm. She felt a bit embarrassed that she didn't know anything. Her cheeks turned lightly pink when he took her hnd from behind her. She let him guide her hands. She was impressed. He seemed to really know alot. When he was done and nodded and did the same thing on her own. It wasn't really hard. "Thats it?" She asked.

Damien nodded and smiled when he saw how easily she took to this. "yes, this is a punch." he said as he looked at her and smiled. If she could get it down this fast he would be able to teach her more in no time. "now then can you do a kick for me?" he asked as he looked at her. He hoped that she knew what a kick was but he could teach her how to do one properly.

Jazmine smiled when she got it right. "Okay! That wasn't hard now..." She looke at him, waiting for him to give her the next lesson. He said kick and she frowned. "Really?" She shrugged and took her foot and swung her foot out as if she was kicking dirt. "Kick..." She turned to him. Wondering why he was starting with the easy stuff fist. Though it did make sense to ease her into it though, she she tried not to complain.

damien sighed when he saw her kick and shook his head. THis was going to take a little more work that he thought. "okay, yes that is a kick but not a kick that you can use to defend yourself. now then when you want to kick to hurt someone you pick up your leg and bend it. Once your ready you snap it out and made sure that your toes are pointed up so you dont break them." he said and showed her how to kick as he spoke. "you can do alot of damage with just a kick." he said as he looked at her.

Jazmine watched him. Thinking for a moment. It all made sense to her though. She nodded and tried to do what he did, but lost her balance, falling on her butt. She frowned, standing back up, rubbing her butt. "Ow..." She frowned but tried one more and did it. She actually felt pretty powerful by doing that kick. "Oh! I want to do more! I want to learn!"

Damien chuckled when he saw her fall and guessed he would have to work on her balance. But when he watched her try again he had to admit that she looked like a natural. He then smiled when he heard her and nodded, "don't worry, you will learn more. We are just taking it a step at a time." he said as he looked at her. He then moved to stand next to her and got into a fighting stance. "this stance is very important. From here you can move to where you need to me. For example you can dodge a kick or punch but also move in to fight.now get in this stance." he said and smiled once she was in it. "now then throw a few punches and kick in a sequence. Like so." he said and soon he threw a few punchest and kicks that blended into each other.

Jazmine looked at him and mimicked the position. She watched him while listening. He wa so facinating. She tried to repeat, but fell again, tripping on her own feet. This time landing face first this time. She frowned a bit. Sh looked at him, completely forgetting the order. "Can you show me again?"

Damien chuckled when he saw her trip again and shook his head a little bit. He then smiled at her, "sure but before I do I think I need to help you balance." he said as he looked at her and smiled. "it seems that you have two left feet but I can help." he said as he walked over to her and held out a hand to help her stand up. "come on, time to get up." he said as he looked at her.

Jazmine blushed a bit when he said she had two left feet. She was a little embarrassed. "Oh..." She took his hand before moving up to her feet. "I guess I'm a little unbalanced..." She loked at him. "Alright sensei...teach me how to balance myself." She said with a slight giggle followed by a smile.

Damien nodded when he heard her and smiled, "I cant teach you how to balance, we need to get you better at it." he said as he looked at her and smiled. "but that is for another day. For now I want you to practice kicking and punching so when you try to make a comdination you dont have to think about doing a punch or a kick." he said as he looked at her and smiled. "so when is the next time you can come out here?" he asked as he looked at her.

azmine nodded and stretched a bit. She let out a breath of air, making her bangs mve a bit. She thought about te next time she would be free. " No tomorrow morning but te morning after..." She said. "Though I think I need to go back...its getting late..." She smiled and said. "Will you walk me home?" She asked gently.

Damien nodded when heard her and should of guessed that it would be the day after tomorrow. But he would be watching her tomorrowto make sure that she stayed safe. He then smiled at her, "sure I can walk you home. Bur first." he said as he looked her over and smirked, "shouldn't you change into your other clothing? Your father would get suspicious if he saw you in that wouldn't he?" he asked as he looked at her. He would always walk her home to make sure she was okay but firs he wanted to make sure her father knew nothing of them.

Jazmine looked down at her clothing. "Oh yes!" She then hurries back inside and changes back into her gown. She looked at her bandaged arm "How do I I explain this?" She sighed an moved back outside where she guessed he was waiting for her. She moved over to him and said -Its a little stained, but its alright...lets go. " She smiled at him.

Damien smi,ed as she came out and he nodded, "well hopefully your father wont get to angry about this." he said as he looked at her and smiled. "now then lets go, I want to get you back before your father thinks you have been kidnapped or something." he said as he looked at her. She looked good in the dress even if it was a little battered up. but when he looked at her arm he knew that her father would yell at him for this. Yet it wasn't his fault, her father had wanted to talk to him and he had to run to make sure she was okay. So it was her fathers fault.