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Matt Murdock	They had become inseperable the night of the party. One night rolled into the next and the next. Yes, they came up to breathe, stopping briefly for classes, or for Foggy to yell at Matt for ditching him, but none of that even seemed to matter, only Elektra did. So, it's no surprise that he's with her that night, leaving some restaurant, verbally sparring, when the subject of Elektra sharing all her secrets came up like it had on the first night, mostly joking, with the equally joking reply that is she did, she would have to kill him. And as they made their way out to the car, Matt replied like that first night too. "You'd try," a smug smile on his lips.
Elektra Natchios	For Elektra it had been a happy time, different from what she had previously in her life, simply enjoying herself, not thinking about Stick and his damn orders. That stupid old man has no reason to tell her how she should live her damn life. The restaurant had been one of those fancy ones, Italian, just the types she enjoys but as they are coming out of it and there is that repetition of a challenge she pauses to eye Matt, up and down. "First time, I gave you the benefit of the doubt. We had just met. But the second time..." she clicks her tongue as if Matthew had just made a -big- mistake. " ... now we will just have to see about it. So I challenge you, Matthew Murdock. It is time we set this once and for all." is she joking? Does she ever joke? At least there is amusement in her tone. They approach her sports car. And yes, she bought that damn car afterwards on a whim from the rich boy who was so dismayed it had been stolen. Sentimental value? She'd deny everything.
Matt Murdock	The food had been a revelation, a symphony of tastes for his sensitive palate, no hit of microwave burn, or the taste of tin can to it. More than that he's wearing a decent suit tonight and there are no wingtips in sight! But Elektra's world of fancy clothes, fancy food and fancy cards were all still secondary to the real world she'd shown him, well, they'd shown each other, freedom. They did what they wanted when they wanted for the first times in their lives and it felt incredible. Matt laughs warmly at the note of challenge in her voice, "Well then sweetheart," he says, he only used terms of endearment to tease, when he was serious he used names. "Guess we have to see if I'm up to the challenge," his voice was light, easy, unafraid even as the hint of seriousness in her voice did give him a shiver of excitement. Vaulting into the open car, Matt settles easily, cane tossed into the thin space between the rear firewall and the vehicle's two seats. Whatever her reasons for buying it, Matt appreciated it being 'their car'. "Gonna need to grab some clothes at your place, but otherwise, do you box?"
Elektra Natchios	And Elektra certainly made sure they enjoyed this period of their lives, living free, doing what they wanted, when they wanted. Just like now as they challenged each other and the night would take them through unexpected paths. It pleased her, this game, the unknown. Not having a previous plan and just .., being. "Darling, you'd better make sure you are always up to the challenge.." or else. But there is an easiness to her tone too. Or well, at least it's not aggressive in a bad way, just in others. She vaults over as well to the driver's seat and settles in. No seatbelt of course. "Boxing?" she laughs at that, "Street rules or ...?" the engine is turned on and she drives off to her place so they can get some training clothes. Though clearly Matthew appears to have a destination in mind. She allows it apparently. Having tossed the challenge it's only fair that the choice of place goes to the challenged party.
Matt Murdock	Not knowing made it fun, in order to keep up his disguise as Matt Murdock, blind college kid, everyhing had to be planned like it would be for a someone lacking both sight and his gifts, he could tell you how many steps it took it get him from his dormroom to the class he was going to miss tomorrow morning, what order his clothes were in in his wardrobe a hundred little planned details. Since Elektra he hand't bothered to pretend to need any of that, it felt like he could breathe again that after nearly a decade of being someone else he was finally Matt Murdock. "Been keeping up so far, haven't I?" he asks her with a grin. "Don't plan on changing that." His tone oozes confidence. "Is there any other way?" he asks about the rules as they drive off towards her penthouse.
Elektra Natchios	And honestly, Elektra didn't seem the type to question how Matthew could simply have such heightened senses. Didn't she care? Or maybe she was simply too busy just living and not questioning every single thing. It'd come in time, when he wanted to tell her. Until then, she wouldn't press. Riding on Elektra's car is always an experience though, she speeding through those streets as if possessed by the devil itself, uncaring. But at least tonight she didn't just take her hands off the driving wheel. Just teased by saying, "No hands?" then a laugh as she recalls the other night. "And you have been keeping up adequately." even if her heart did beat a tad faster. Perhaps more than adequately. She brings them up to her current place, paid by her father of course. Just a 'small' penthouse for her to study here in the city.
Matt Murdock	Matt had laughed when Elektra had described it as 'small' penthouse when she first brought him here, it could likely house his dorm room several times over, with room for his room at St. Agnes besides As for the no hands thing, he laughs there too, "All on you tonight," he says, not reaching for the wheel. He catches that speeding of her heart rate and so he leans over and kisses her as the zip through an intersection. "Good," he says as their lips part. "Would hate to leave you disapointed." Reaching the penthouse, Matt hops out of the car leaving his cane behind coming around to offer Elektra his arm. "So, guess we should pick opposite ends of the penthouse to change if we actually want to get to this fight," he doesn't sound put off by either outcome.
Elektra Natchios	There is one curious thing though in these weeks that they have been together now, that even with all the wealth her family appears to have it doesn't seem as if it is something she values in particular. As if it all was secondary to whatever else is there in her life, as if this identity of hers wasn't her real face, her core. A face that seems to be coming out for Matthew. The kiss makes her laugh. "You wouldn't live to make me disappointed." but there's a playful grin to her, a touch of her forehead to Matthew's shoulder and then they are driving up to the penthouse. She steps out, accepting Matthew's arm to get up, elegant as always, starting to walk towards the house. "Exhausting you before our fight sounds very enticing.." she starts, her voice full of promise. "But I prefer to beat you at your best. A more thorough conquest." of course.
Matt Murdock	That bit of her is noted, that mask of wealth and privledge, how little all of it seems to mean to her, like she was simply borrowing it, that it wasn't really hers or who she was. Matt for his part had a similar view of Elektra, he didn't give a damn about her money or her world, just her. Still her views were curious. He breathes a little contented sigh as she rests her head against his shoulder, enjoying the little moment of connection before they drove on to the house and bantered their way inside. Matt laughs, "I'm hearing a lot of talk, but we'll see how you do in the ring," he tells her, a little hint about where they're going too.
Elektra Natchios	Once inside Elektra starts moving across the entry way once her shoes have been taken off. Apparently a ritual she enjoys. No shoes inside her house! She walks to her room where her wardrobe is, beginning to toss about her training gears. Some tight pants, a top... nothing too special. Yet it thrills her, the fight. Though it's no surprise that thrill is felt within her, she being quite the aggressive woman. "I will go easy on you, Matthew." the sound of her clothing is heard hitting the floor, the long, rich dress, then the rest.. It's a big enough penthouse though, and with the weeks they have been together she has made sure to have a room for Matthew in case he needed to rest by or leave some of his clothing about. Yes, she was commiserate about him living with Foggy. Ugh..
Matt Murdock	Matt slips off his Oxfords at the door padding in socks across the 'small' penthouse, his senses following Elektra as she goes, drinking in that thrill that mirrored his own. He goes to his room listening to the clothing drop in the other room, tempting him to go there, risk a little exhaustion in their fight, but he holds off. Like Elektra, he's curious how it will go. He can tell she has training, and isn't afraid of much, but how much training was still a question, but really he mostly wanted the thrill of the fight, whoever won or lost the outcome would be the same. "Don't worry about me." he calls getting out of his suit, carefully, making sure it went into the closet unwrinkled, before pulling on a pair of black sweat pants and a black t-shirt. "It's you who has to worry," he calls back smiling at his tease. He pauses at the door of the room, oddly the first he's never had to share since his Dad died despite being in someone else's house. Matt 'hehs' maybe Elektra saw it or maybe it was just convenient, either way it was touching for the orphan from Hell's Kitchen. He steps out into the penthouse, smiling going to the door to pull on some sneakers he'd brought for this sort of occasion.
Elektra Natchios	How aware is Elektra of Matthew's heightened senses? It certainly doesn't stop her from making it as hard as she can for the blind would-be lawyer, taking her time slipping into the clothing, making sure it feels well against the skin. The tight pants, the top..., then bringing a pair of sneakers of her own.. She comes out, padding quietly across the floor, making sure not to slip into her shoes before she is by the doorway. "Worry? Do I look the type for that...?" because really, if anything she has worried for nothing so far. Or at least nothing visible. "So, where will we be going?" She did figure out Matthew had a place in mind. It makes her curious. Past is something they haven't really discussed much yet, having been worried about .., other things. She finally slips into her own sneakers, now prepared to step out. "Shall we?"
Matt Murdock	Intentional or not her slow preparations are a torment for Matt as he listens to her progress from the doorway, drawing the image of her dressing in his mind. "I dunno, do you?" Matt asks if Elektra /looks/ the worrying type, a smile crossing his lips. "You certainly don't sound like the type though, but then with that accent of yours, it's hard to hear anything else," he says smiling in a way to suggest he didn't mean she was unintelligble but that the accent was alluring enough to distract him that throughly. As to where they're going? Matt smiles for that too, "I'd tell you but then I'd have to kill you," he says very much joking, there's even a touch of discomfort in how he says kill. "I'll show you the way." When it's time to go he offers her his arm and they head down to the car, for a moment Matt thinks it might be best to call a cab rather than leave a Viper on the streets of the Kitchen, but he shakes off that thought, figuring if someone did try to steal it, it would just provide another thrill for the evening. "Okay, we're going to the corner of 47th and 12th," he says once they're both in the car. Right at the edge of Hell's Kitchen, by the river.
Elektra Natchios	"Come now, we both know you have other ways to see." Elektra says with that half-smile of hers, teasing the man. The mention of an accent makes her laugh, she easily shifting to a differen one when she begins talking in spanish. <<I can go through a few.>> but then she easily back to english, "You should come take a class with me. Some spanish perhaps? Or Italian?" she giving him a little jab with her elbow when they take each other's arm. "So I can lose myself on your words too." as if she didn't already. They take their way down, and this elevator at least has some elevator music to go with it! Unlike some ... Not that she dances to it. Unthinkable. "You shouldn't steal my lines." but she notes that discomfort about killing. It's never really been something that made her uncomfortable yet she finds herself curious. "Have you ever killed someone?" The mention of the 47th and 12th makes her nod. She turns on the engine and off they go into the night. And they most likely will make a record time getting there considering how heavy her foot on the pedal is.
Matt Murdock	Matt's brows lift above his simple black shades, the red ones would come later, "Do I?" he asks coyly. "I could have just been lucky that first night," he says of their mad drive through the city. "I certainly was in other ways," he says grabbing Elektra by the waist to give her a good sound kiss, before laughing and letting her go again. He laughs as she switches to Spanish, her accent sounding more refined than the sort you heard around the bodegas. "Take a class with you?" he asks her. "Taking a class to cozy up to a girl is more of a Foggy play, but why not," he says with an easy grin. "Let's see if I can catch up to you in Spanish." Matt leans back against the wall in the elevator, smiling at the music before the topic turns sharply. "No," he says with an emphatic shake of his head. "I've wanted to a couple of times, but," he feels suddenly embarassed. "It's not my place to choose who lives or dies." He leaves it at that, heading out to the car, which in no time flat pulls up infront of the address Matt had given. The building there is old, made of red brick, and announces the business on the second floor with big letters in the window: FOGWELL'S GYM. "This is the spot," he says, the area as much home to him as St. Agnes, or the dorm room he shared with Foggy. As they get out of the car, he asks the question that had been on his mind since the elevator. "Have you killed?" he wasn't sure he wanted the answer.
Elektra Natchios	Elektra seems to like those, the sudden kisses, the tease between them, she always making sure to return those with that inherent fiercess to her, hands up and grabbing on Matthew's shirt, tight, keeping the kiss going for a bit longer. As if to note that it's only over when she wants it to be. "We have other places to cozy up at than spanish class." She notes. Case in example, the penthouse. Her head does tilt to the side when Matthew speaks about having wanted to kill someone but doesn't press, at least not yet. It would come if he wanted to share. An interesting enough notion though. Choosing who lived or die was a core part of her teachings with Stick. "This place has a meaning to you, hasn't it..?" with the car parked she steps out, looking up at the board, then around. She begins walking over to the entrance. It's dark though so it doesn't seem as if the place is open. Not that such details ever stopped Elektra. The question about killing makes her glance over her shoulder. A moment to consider. She has never been shy or repentant of what she has done. Yet with him it feels different, as if it was something she should also be embarassed about. But she hardens her heart and replies. "Sometimes if we choose to live it means others have to die." which was true enough. Her first kill had been a matter of life and death to her. Kill or be killed. She knew what she'd choose.
Matt Murdock	Matt liked Elektra's aggressiveness in those moments especially. It made him feel wanted. So if she wanted the kiss to last longer, who was he to complain. "True," he says. "We'll sign up for it next semester," he says matter done. He figured Spanish would be useful and beisdes he was a little envious of Elektra's mastery of language speaking of travel beyond the confines of New York City, something Matt hasn't done beyond the odd hop over to Jersey or Metropolis down in Deleware, which really didn't count. When they arrive at the gym Matt nods, "Yeah, my dad trained here when I was growing up," he hadn't told her that story yet, his dad, how he died. Though he'd menitoned an orphanage enough times for it to be clear that all didn't end well for the senior Mr. Murdock. "Figured it'd be a good spot for this." Also a chance for him to show a little more of himself to Elektra, though he hadn't realized he'd wanted that until they arrived. Elektra's answer to his question was perfect, just enough deflection to let him settle on the subject but truthful enough that it satisfied his curiosity enough. "Sorry," he says of having to make that choice. "We don't need to talk about it if you want." He jerks his head towards the side of the building instead of the door to the stairs to the second floor, leading them up a fire escape, across the roof to a jimmied skylight and then down into the upstairs hall. It's all familiar to Matt, he's done this before. Landing in the upstairs hall, Matt moves out of the way and waits for Elektra to join him. The door with a window in it marked Fogwell's Gym, waits for them down the hall.
Elektra Natchios	"Just make sure to not drag Foggy along." Elektra says about the spanish classes. Indeed there was some kind of 'tension' between them. Elektra being the possessive type while Foggy was probably still sour about all the time she stole Matthew away. But soon they are talking about more important matters, deeper and intimate ones. Her expression tightens a bit even as she takes note of the mention of his father. "Was he the one that showed you how to box?" she asks, just enough to further continue on that line of conversation but without pressing for have Matthew tell her what exactly happened. It would come. Maybe later in the night. She follows along Matthew, up that fire escape, thrilled about their little B&E. The door being close makes her lift a brow though. "I don't suppose you have the key?" she approaches it. She had been quiet about the matter of killing but then speaks up about it. "It was a long time ago." at least that first time. But still, it had been the one which had thrown her through this path, fully devoted to Stick's teachings.
Matt Murdock	Matt laughs despite the tension with his best friend over Elektra. "He's still trying to hook up with Parmeet, he's up to Hindi 3 now," he says with a grin, having told her the tale of Foggy taking the class to get close to the girl of his dreams. He shakes his head. "No stopping him," he shrugs. "Maybe he should try some car theft, seems to does the trick." "Yeah," Matt says. "But mostly he didn't want me to fight. Wanted me to use my brain instead of my fists, get a real job," he shrugs then smiles, "Instead I'm going to law school," he jokes about his future profession, got to get those lawyer jokes in early, there's a million of them. Matt's clearly enjoying the breaking and entering as well, a savage grin on his lips, the kind he wore when he was getting into trouble, one Elektra had seen many times since they met. As for the key... he checks the little red box that holds the old pump fire extinguisher and comes up dry. That wicked smirk appears. "Guess they found where I hid it." He sizes up the window the window with his senses and then without a word, puts his elbow through the glass, then reaches inside to open the lock. "Their loss," he says glibly, as he flings the door open wide. The gym smelled old sweat and rubber mats that have seen better days, this was no fancy health club gym but a temple to boxing, old dumbells, and heavy bags, were the training equipment, old fight posters adorned the walls, and in the middle of it all was the altar of this temple, the ring. Though something else might catch Elektra's eye, an old poster hangng by the door, declaring a fight between "Battlin'" Jack Murdock and Carl "Crusher" Creel. As to their topic at hand Matt lingers by the door, "I know we don't really do talking that much, but, if you ever want to talk about it, Elektra, I'm here."
Elektra Natchios	"Parmeet, is it..?" That makes Elektra get quite the wicked grin to her lips. Maybe she'd need to have a word with her. Would she be that nasty? Maaaybe. But that's a thought she stashes for another occasion. She has other things in her mind. When they approach she wraps her arms together, as if waiting to see what Matthew will do, watching while he looks for the key. "I don't know, you have been good enough with your hands so far." she comments before smirking about the lawyer joke, "At least you will know exactly all the crimes you are doing while --" A pause when the window gets smashed in. She seems well impressed, clearly she is rubbing off on him. She starts making her way in. "Ladies first." she announces, a glance as she takes note of the old poster, fingers brushing over it. "Jack Murdock.." she says the name quietly, then a glance over her shoulder. "Let's see how we are feeling after a few rounds and then maybe." a concession at least, that she may at least reveal some more about herself. She starts walking into the place as if she owned it, humming lightly to herself. She jumps up onto the ring.
Matt Murdock	"Why do I think I've just made a horrible mistake?" Matt asks, smiling as he hears Elektra taking note of the name of Foggy's would be paramour. He doesn't seem to mind though, as much as he loves Foggy, if the girl was interested she'd have made her move by now. There's another grin about being good with his hands, "You haven't seen anything yet," he promises with a laugh and then when she mentions knowing the crimes he's committing just as he breaks the window. "So far it's just misdemeanor B&E, but if we want to pump it up a bit we can try and still the ring," he says, it was about the only thing valuable enough to make it a felony. "At best a fine, restitution for the window and maybe a little community service if the judge is feeling like teaching us a lesson." He grins at her then, clearly enjoying showing off his legal chops as much as his driving abilities. At the mention of his dad's name, Matt nods, "Yeah, that's my dad, that fight with Creel was his last, he won," he says sounding conflicted about that last fact. He nods about the talking and when Elektra gets in the ring, Matt follows, bounding up easily and slipping through the ropes. "So, street rules right?" he asks her, before he sends a hook kick her way, slower than normal, teasing more than making an honest go at her.
Elektra Natchios	"You have made worse, like getting into that car with me." Elektra teases in return to Matt while she continues her prowl through the gym, towards that ring. A laugh is tossed over her shoulder. "I will believe it when I see it, Matthew." that about the hands, she shaking her head lightly to herself. She tests the ropes a bit then slides between them, elegant, feet wandering about the floor as if testing the thing. She had been in various training dojos, but never in a boxing ring. "You do realize noone likes a nerd." Elektra replies with amusement when Matthew starts showing off about it. "So I will be expecting -extra- out of those hands of yours." even if truth it was a big part of what attracted her about Matthew, the wits to go with the brawn. And the way he simply wasn't afraid to go with whatever plan or crazyness she cooked up. The mention about Matt's father winning makes her quirk her brows. There's something there. "It seems important to you that he won." odd enough, she felt it would had been more important if he'd be alive now. But she is already eyeing Matthew, sizing him up. How good was he? Trained by Stick he'd have to be fair enough in it. The kick is expected, she stepping back almost as if she was dancing. Quick reflexes too. "Rude." she murmurs about it. Not that she pauses, instead moving forward to attempt a quick jab at Matt's face. It's all part of the warm-up!
Matt Murdock	"Still don't think that was a mistake," Matt says. It was true, it was the best worst decision of his life. "Though I might advise my future clients agains it," he says with a teasing grin shot Elektra's way. He leaves the matter of his hands alone for now, he'd prove that with actions and not words. The ring was familiar territory for Matt and he enjoyed the feeling of its spring beneath his feet, the smell of the old sweat and blood. It was all part of him. "Wait, I though you said I was dumb, how am I dumb /and/ a nerd?" he asks as if cross-examining her. He liked Elektra's wit too, even with its razor edges. As for his dad's victory? "He did it for me," he says. Again, there's not the pride one would expect from him there. Matt expected the kick to be dodged, Elektra was quick on her feet. There's good form on the jab too, but this was just the warm up and so Matt slips it easily throwing a jab of his own at her chin. "Good form," he says. "Guessing you've done a bit more than watch some Tae-Bo tapes."
Elektra Natchios	"You just answered that by saying it hadn't been a mistake to get into that car." Elektra says about the dumb nerd question, indeed that trace of an edge to her tease. But that's how she does things. Though truth is, she liked he had been 'dumb' enough to go for it. "For you..." She murmurs, dancing about the edges of the ring, clearly still taking in the space, how much she can maneuver. For some reason it doesn't seem she is a stranger to a scuffle or two. " ... Do you want to tell me about that..?" even as she knows how intimate it may be. The tone isn't pressing though, for a change. As if she actually cared. The jab at her chin makes her tip her head to the side, reaching up with one of her hands to bap the strike away. And then .., Tae-Bo?! Someone needs to understand who they are dealing with! "I have done a lot more." she promises. She moves in for a sequence, a one-two sequence before she takes a step back and attempts to deliver an high kick to the head, leg extended fully. She does seem to have quite the flexibility to her.
Matt Murdock	There's a rich laugh from Matt as she counters him verbally. She may have begun to notice, Matt didn't really laugh with people, he cuckled, he made wry 'hehs' and 'has' but he only really laughed with the people he cared about which at this point seemed to just be Elektra and Foggy. Matt considers Elektra's question, 'do you want to tell me about that', he felt a quip rise to his lips, something about laying on a couch and charging by the hour, something dimsissive like Stick would say, but he changes his mind in the final seconds, "They wanted him to lose, but he won for me," he says his face locking down against the emotions it brought up. He cried about this in front of Stick before and the old man had made him feel weak for doing so. He soldiers on, his voice flat. "They killed him for it." Then it's time for their dance, Matt throwing himself into the visceral thrill of the thing, he had trained since Stick left, but other than the odd fights he'd picked at the orphanage, he never got to spar, to use his talents and have someone appreciate them. He dodges those first two punches, but he hadn't expected the heigfht and speed of the kick, he ducks his head back but her toes graze his chin. The hit makes him grin and rub his chin. "Okay, so definitely not Tae-Bo, what did you study?" he asks her. He steps up the game now, throwing a trio of punches, high-low-high then following up with a crisp wheel kick.
Elektra Natchios	Elektra's inner Stick (ugh) appears to scream for her to do the same type of dismissal that her mentor did. Was it weak? Dying for their pride or ..., maybe it went towards what she had said earlier. That sometimes for someone to live another had to die. She could respect that, the circle. Specially if it involved Matthew so there is a brief umm out of her lips, one that seems to convey understanding. Where others might had been all gushy, with their 'awwws' and their 'sorrys' instead Elektra appears to simply accept. As if from a warrior to another. But Elektra is Elektra so her focus then goes to, "Revenge. Did you find the ones who did this?" the edge to her voice grows, and so does her intensity to the fight. She moves fast, the graze on his chin making her smile, "Hope you don't have a glass chin. Hear it's deadly." There. She can have a few boxing jokes too! And then Matthew's assault comes. She moves fast, hoping to dodge instead of blocking but the last high punch hits a shoulder, a moment off balance where the wheel kick hits her and sends her reeling to the ropes. "Not bad." she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand. "My ..., uncle.." Stick would probably kill her if she called him that, "... made sure that I knew how to defend myself from a very young age. Of course that I dreamed about being a ballerina back then." she then pushes herself off the ropes to begin an exchange of blows with Matthew, her breathing already starting to pick up. "Turned out I was better at fighting than dancing.." does she resent that?
Matt Murdock	That wordless acceptance meant the world to him. It made him open up more. "Almost," he says of his revenge. "Got his guys, hunted them down and made them hurt, but an innocent got hurt in the middle of it and I hesitated, and the guy who made the call got away." He laughs at the boxing joke, "Gonna need more than a toe nail to put me down, sweetheart," he tells her before diving into that combo and knocking Elektra back against the ropes. "Thanks," he says about his combo "And no glass jaw on you either," he observes before they begin the dance in earnest. Trading blows, their bodies black silhouettes against the yellowish light through the gym window. A fist Matt's face, leaving a slight trail of blood he quickly wipes away from his lips and keeps the fight going until he catches one of her elbows leaving them standing close together in the center of the ring, "Your uncle really knew what he was doing," he says, enjoying the proximity to Elektra the hold gave him, his chest against her back, he neck close enough to kiss. "No reason you can't do both," he says of dancing and fighting. Perhaps picking up on the spectre of resentment, "You've got the moves and grace for both," a more suggestive smile follows, "And the flexibility."
Elektra Natchios	"So there's still one guy left.." The fight is leaving her thirsty for revenge though, the thrill of it, the clash of their battle bringing all those lusts she has up to the brim, lusts she already had at this age, honed carefully by Stick and her own darkness, "You should find him. End it." she says, as if she felt there was still something left of that tragedy that was holding Matthew back. That last step to be free. "And I am not scared to get my nails dirty." A faint grin coming up to Elektra's expression. She moves fast, kick, punch. Blows deflected between them while they dance upon that ring, just the sounds of their fight in the otherwise empty place. She spins for a kick but that's when they come into close proximity. Her back to his chest. "He made sure I had good teachers too. He also saved my life, teaching me what he did." she says, now she breathing hard and fast, tense but still held in a lock with him. "So when someone came for me I wasn't the one lying on the floor in the end." It seems to have been a while back though, in the way she speaks, like a distant memory.
Matt Murdock	"Yeah," Matt says about there being one guy left, "Roscoe Sweeny," he says, spitting the name like it was poison. As for finding him and ending him, Matt shakes his head. "He skipped town, don't know where. I am trying to let it go." He doesn't sound that convinced about the last part. The dance is a thrilling one for Matt, trading blows, ducking, weaving until they end up in that close hold. Which one could argue was just as thrilling in its own way. "They did good work," he says about those teachers. "Is that when it happened?" he asks her. "When that guy came for you?" meaning the time she killed.
Elektra Natchios	Letting go is something that Elektra never does. It might come back to bite them later, both now and in the future. But can't fight nature. And hers is just a trampling hurricane. Still, she relents for now. Because really, she is focused on the fight at hand and actually trying to win! Something that isn't being easy. Her breathing is felt hard now they are in that hold though, it felt in the way her back presses back and forth against Matthew's chest, that way in which they seem intimately close when they are engaged in battle, either against each other or against others. "Yes. After a training practice. Came at me with a knife." she murmurs, eyes set up on Matthew's face, gauging his reaction to it. "I was able to recover the knife and then I killed him." she tightens her jaw, it's certainly the first time she has told this to anyone, besides Stick. But then again it had been him placing her with the Chaste, where this had happened. Still, it is revealing of perhaps a source to her darkness, and how she is now.
Matt Murdock	For Matt the battle was just play, a chance to see what she could do and show off what he could at the same time, but he's still glad she lets the matter go, he'd rather focus on the mystery of her past than the sorrow of his. Though it seems hers has its own share of sorrow. Matt lets go of the hold, so she could turn and face him. Possibly a mistake, but then he wasn't that worried about the fight, right now, he was more worried about Elektra. "That's horrible," he says, neither condoning or damning what happend, just expressing his regrets for her having gone through it. He leaves the ball in her court then, to talk or to fight, there's no words to the offer, but it's apparent by his stance, ready but not pushing the attack until she did.
Elektra Natchios	"It is what it is." Is Elektra's reply, as someone that seems to have come to terms about what happened before. Sharing though, that seems to bring something different, a weight lifted off her shoulders. Being able to talk about this with someone. For that at least she seems grateful. She spins to face him once the hold is released. She watches Matt for a small moment, gauging his stance, a brow arched. Should there even be the question whether Elektra prefers to talk or fight? She steps forward. "Street rules, Matthew." She reminds him, then she moves for a takedown, a swipe with one leg while her arms attempt to get him off balance.
Matt Murdock	There's a solemn nod from Matt as Elektra brings the talk to a close, he could respect her decision not to want to talk about things further, but he could tell it had some effect on her, the talking, and that would be enough for now. Of course there shouldn't be, and there won't be after tonight. Matt may be a dumb nerd but he learns his lessons quickly. Though what he should learn is how to read when Elektra is coming in for a sweep, he reaches for her arms but that shapely leg of hers sends him down on the mat, but not without yanking Elektra down with him. They collapse onto the mat together with Elektra on top of him, her knee placed just a hairs breadth from a sensitive spot. "So, round one to you?" he asks her smiling.
Elektra Natchios	When they finally land, with Elektra atop him she grins down at Matthew, sweat beading up on her forehead and her lips parted open at her harsh breathing. There is that wicked little smile of victory on her lips. Almost everything is a competition to her, and winning seems to be just as important. "The street rules I just made up don't have rounds." She notes down to Matthew, keeping him down under her, that long black hair felt all about them. "So it seems to me I have won our little challenge." And so that there is no contest (for now), she leans her head down to press her lips on Matthew's, that feeling of fire on them.