twins - 1.1

"I see you still have not succeeded in Naming your hands."
"I have no need to.  Sister has no ways to defend against me."
"She has no need to defend against you.  You will touch no one out of this training ground with your skills."
"Is not Sister the strongest on the Gray Plaens?  I have fought my first match.  I knew nothing of it.  And still, I have won."
"She is not the strongest on the Gray Plaens.  Close, yes.  But that is irrelevant.  The Gray Plaens is the weakest of the colored Plaens."

The liquid surged upward, off the mezzanine.  It was dark.  Raw.  The blood formed thousands of minuscule spikes.  Higher, without a sound, onto the roof, mixing the the rain.  Suspended, they waited for the Name.

"Brother, you believe I need to defend myself to an unNamed hand?"
I smiled.  His face was priceless.  It wouldn't last long.  I Named my hands.
"Fall Regret, Ora Raen."

Father was untouched, his smile widening under the downpour.