Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Jan 26, 2018 19:34:51 GMT -8
I am immune to you. We are both sick souls with the same disease. Inhale…3…2…1…exhale…calm…inhale…reach down to the core…exhale…lift up…pull harder…harder-harder… A yell of strained shock echoed throughout the training yard as an over-sized chunk of earth popped out of the ground and then promptly fell into its hole and reformed with a mild crater divot. She was pulling too hard and not strong enough to maintain the earth that she pulled up. She didn’t have the right amount of control and temperance to find her place of balance. Yara didn’t have much patience to begin with and she was so driven she was overcompensating and it was obviously not working in her favor when it came to honing her mastery of the earth. It was a cruel trick to have this raw strength coursing through her body after having felt so weak for so long. Now she had to find the balance instead of shooting straight to the top of the mastery, however all this philosophy escaped the slight, barefooted woman as she bathed in the dust clouds of her effort. Picking herself up exasperatedly Yara growled softly “Jett let’s try something else”, her left hand swirled with shadows and a very large gorilla loomed beside her. He would appear menacing to most people but Yara was not most people and his deep obsidian eyes where a comfort to her.
He pushed against her shoulder with his head affectionately trying to alleviate her misplaced self-aggravation and she smiled softly, wiping the sweat from her brow. In doing so she smeared a fine streak of mud across her left cheek up and across her forehead. There was something deeply satisfying about getting her hands and feet caked in a fine layer of earth. It was reassuring, consistent and Yara found solace in the unyielding strength in the earth and the ability it lent to her.
“Let’s revisit formation C,” Yara instructed centering herself with her left foot slightly behind her to balance her weight. She dug her feet into the earth allowing its reassuring strength to flow up her legs and through the rest of her body.
Jett grunted eagerly taking off to the end of the yard where he lifted mounds of earth and began to pelt them within 30 second intervals to her where she blocked and parried that chunks away from her. The speed began to increase steadily until she lost her footing becoming overwhelmed and promptly pelted with dirt bombs.
Training was such messy business.
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I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Jan 26, 2018 20:19:24 GMT -8
What an absolutely disgusting display of "skill" come back when you think you're actually worth something. ▼ NOTES:Notewords | Axel had been watching over the training grounds, perched quietly in the snow on the wall above the entrance to the area. His eyes watched the pit in a stoic silence as he watched the only other known earth foot soldier. The rest were all shadow it seemed, an occasional stray element blew in, such as wind, but that was it. His eyes narrowed at every attempt she made. She was trying to hard and pushing herself back. She wasn't strong enough to handle the earth she was trying to reign in.
As she was pelted with projectiles thrown by Jett, Axel stood up and pulled shadows around his hands. Jumping down into the pit, Axel landed with a heavy thud to get her attention, focusing his strength into the earth below him and shattering it. As soon as he caught the shock of his jump in his knees, he reached down to summon Mot from the ground. "You're trying to hard." Axel huffed, standing up with Mot. He immediately took a stance and clenched his fists, the earth he pulled from the ground crystallized as he clenched his fist, forming sharp and deadly projectiles. Shifting forward and punching out, Axel launched the crystals past Yara and into the wall, the colorful shards dissipating and leaving holes in the sandstone. "You're never going to get to this point if you don't slow down."
Motioning to Mot, the massive 7'4 at the shoulders bear broke into a sprint towards Axel. Axel stomp the ground and jerked his foot back, pulling a wall over his self to redirect Mot over top of him, causing the bear to land on the other side of Axel rather than crash over him. "You can't demand the earth to move to your whim. You have to become a part of the earth rather than try to become it's commander and it will give you what you can handle."
Axel reached a hand out to press against Mot's snout, pushing the bear back some as he walked over to the foot soldier. "We are not fire, shadow or light. Our element has the greatest physical presence out of all known elements, and it's presence demands a perfect balance that can not grow if the person trying to control the earth bites off more than they can chew with every attempt. If you keep down this road, you will never get stronger and your constructs will only be as strong as the dirt they come out of."
Looking at where she had failed last time, Axel stomped his foot over it and re-compacted the earth with a small bit of the same spell she was trying to use. He had nothing better to do today, and he wanted to see the Yiga grow to fufill Ganon's wishes. That would never do if the only other wielder of this defensive element had no idea on how to handle the element. "Try about half of what you did. Once you can get it out of the ground and hold it, try compacting it down into a more solid mass." He spoke in a low voice, staring at the ground. "Your constructs will only be as strong as the dirt they come out of if your stance and technique is weak." He removed his foot from the spot and stepped back. "Nobody likes being weak. But I was once where you are, my blessing from Ganon started off weak and my anger when I was younger obstructed me from growing. The former master stepped in and taught me what I know about control and patience. Once I calmed down, I started growing." Granted, he was about seventeen years old when this all happened.
But it still happened at some point, and if Yara was ever going to get anywhere, she'd have to learn like he did to slow down. |
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Jan 26, 2018 21:31:47 GMT -8
I am immune to you. We are both sick souls with the same disease. Axel’s long shadow cast over Yara’s awkwardly seated form as he landed making the very earth shake at his presence. She jumped up quickly trying to restrain a curse under her breath and stood at attention. Her heart thudded more rapidly from the shock he had created both by realizing that her weakness had been witnessed and by being caught off guard. She had a very long way to go before she could even stand in comparison to just the control and strength of his shadow. She had only a split moment to brace herself as the crystalline rock blew past her and she had only missed it by a mere fragment of space. She was asking for a death wish now, any move she made was in jeopardy of being the death of any dignity she might have. She was a foot soldier, she didn’t have dignity she was a mere speck of dust in the grand scheme of Ganon’s plans and probably a speck of dirt that was an agitation to the towering monster of a man before her. As the crystalline projectile shattered she heard Jett’s own frenzied efforts to dodge away and he appeared beside her as the projectile blew holes into the wall. She dared to make a sidelong glance at him, she could see the resolution in his dark eyes and any quivering of doubt that might send her from the training yard dissipated. If he had wanted to punish her for her gross display of “skill” he would have given her a very painful lesson. However, though is words dug deep they didn’t injure so much as they instructed to mold and chisel the unruly rock before him. Yara couldn’t believe that trying too hard was a bad thing. Maximum effort had been her driving source that had brought her to this breaking point of exasperation. To her the more strength she exhibited the faster she would progress.
Apparently, she had been wrong. Apparently, she was a terrible teacher. Apparently, she should take advantage of his wisdom before he determined she wasn’t worth his consideration.
Well that’s what she was going to do, even though her pride squirmed miserably as he reshaped the small creator she had made. “But shouldn’t great strength demand great force?” she questioned her brow furrowed in confusion and consternation.
It didn’t make sense that the most solid of all the elements required something as trivial, to her anyway, as balance. She had never known balance, nor had she ever seen it truly at work. She had only witnessed the strong apply great force against the weak, usually that was her own frail body. Now that she had been blessed with such potential she wanted to be the strongest she could be. Strong enough to defend herself as well as eliminate the foe inflicting the pain upon her. Though she felt weak inside she made her best effort to put on a hard mask. He was privy to her physical weakness just by happening upon her efforts but she was not going to show any emotional weakness as that did not convey competency. My stance and technique are weak. She mulled this over thoughtfully trying to consider exerting only half what she had done before. Maybe pull…softer? No that couldn’t be right. Softness didn’t pair with brick walls and stone blades. She was mildly encouraged though as he seemed to connect her inexperience to his own youthful folly. That still didn’t mean she had a shred of hope of getting near to the potential he had displayed. She stepped back into position, disregarding the smallness of her own foot and width in comparison to the two monstrous imprints he left behind. She planted her feet a shoulder width apart sinking into the pose and pulling her arms into her sides, fists clenched as he had done. Though she was slower as if memorizing the motion. Her breathing was shallow and to a point fearful. She didn’t like failing on her own let alone in front of an audience. If one had a trained eye her knees shook uncertainly as she took a deep inhale and then tried to steadily exhale to even out and gain control of herself. A few repetitions of this action as she tried to ignore his watchful eyes and she made the attempt again. She brought her hands in front of her, finger tips forming to create a bowl as if she were scooping her fingers into the dirt. She began to lift it slowly upwards as her brow furrowed under the magical effort she was applying. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she began to raise the earth. This chunk was smaller than her most recent attempt but still unruly and after raising it two feet up and holding it for all of five seconds, again she fell under the weight and lost her balance. She prepared for an onslaught of degradation as she tried to catch her breath.
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I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Jan 26, 2018 22:29:35 GMT -8
What an absolutely disgusting display of "skill" come back when you think you're actually worth something. ▼ | "That's what a lot of people think, but that will be their downfall." He muttered, watching her move in silence, his eyes immediately picking out the weak stance. Once she lost her balance and dropped the earth in front of him. There was a moment of silence before he pursed his lips and frowned, the deep Glasgow smile moving downwards with the expression. "For starters, your stance is weak." With one movement, Axel dropped into the horse stance, his lower back locked in as he held his spine straight up. "Our legs and core hold this pose strong. We go for stability over mobility. Thankfully, being what we are, mobility and strength are both our strong suits. You're compensating little to nothing with the proper practice." Staying in that pose, he pushed one hand out just a bit, balled it into a fist, effectively crunching a good amount of stone to the side of them into a ball and lifted it up. "I've noticed how you use your feet to help sense around you." Shoving his arm to the side and outstretching the fist, Axel launched the ball into the wall across the way.
"So I'm gonna show you a trick to achieve the stance." He righted his self up, bringing his feet together. "Five steps. Bring your feet together, swing your toes out, then your heels, toes once more, then right your heels to make your feet parallel." He spoke as he did the motions eventually coming down into the stance again. "You will feel a lot more burn in this position. Once you get your feet out, lower yourself closer to the ground and keep your knees in line with your hips." He stayed in the stance, reaching to touch the ground beneath him. "From this stance, you'll become almost immovable, even to the earth below you.... if you balance what you pull with your own strength."
Mot, as if to make an example, came over and started pushing Axel across the ground. Axel quickly reached over and put Mot's snout into the ground though. "Go work with Jett with strength training. Remember his strength is proportional to Yara, so don't go hard like you would on Fukushu." With that, he shoved the bear away and righted his self. The master's fox was a swift opponent, and his master was powerful, so it translated directly to him. As Mot lumbered over, the bear's large body shaking with every step as the heavy skin and fat moved. "We're backpedaling some. Try the stance and hold it. You will leave this room before nightfall. And you will be able to lift and fire a stone." Axel damn near commanded, heavy arms crossing over his chest.
Thankfully, it was winter, so the training area and almost all of the hideout that did not have any sort of heating going was chilled. The hideout was always cold though, but today just seemed to be the day that everything wanted to start trying to freeze. Looking up at the sky, he took a note of grey snow clouds before looking back to Yara, eyes expectant of her to get at least the stance right on the first try. |
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Jan 27, 2018 4:08:59 GMT -8
I am immune to you. We are both sick souls with the same disease. She had braced against an onslaught and steeled herself for cutting words that would have cut through her esteem had she had any. But, quite shockingly no verbal onslaught or solid smack to the face was received and as she righted herself her body could easily be seen to loosen the tension. She looked less apprehensive as she followed along with his instructions. The fewer words she used the more she was paying attention any way. She was determined now to implement the proper practice to eliminate compensation. She was already lacking with her hearing but it was replaced by sight through the earths strength. If she could master it she would exceed her own limitations, this is what she wanted. However, due to this lack of hearing she was less aloof as he instructed her and she stayed close watching and listening intently letting his vibrations in the earth further instruct her placement. She felt a thrill swell inside of her as the earth compacted into stone under his strength, she was both envious and reverent of his prowess. Watching the stone fly until its solid impact with the wall and snapped her attention back to him as he addressed her emphasis on planting her feet into the earth. “Yes, after that night…” her voice reflective “my hearing has been muted but I hear, feel…see more through the vibrations in the earth. I haven’t managed to get a full grasp of it yet so I try to keep my feet as firmly grounded as possible.” She hadn’t meant to confess a vulnerability but at least she had presented the problem with a solution. If anything, she tried to be proactive instead of reactive. Maybe he would be able to give her some direction in that area as well, however, as she observed his demonstration she could already see he was attuning his method to her niche. Her feet moved in a shadow motion as she stood in place to his instruction as she tried to get a feel for the movement, eyes glimmering with a fervor of focus. The foot motion was simple enough but it was going to be executing and finding her balance. The stance was wide and her thigh muscles ached in anticipation as she watched him sink into the position. As Mot tried to displace him she took note of the resolution of his stance. Jett decided it was a good idea to mirror the bear and attempted to displace Yara even though she hadn’t assumed the position. As he pushed against her he easily managed to push her entirely off her feet and onto his back. “Jett!” frustration, endearment and flusterment in her voice as she smacked his back to get his attention “Go practice on Mot,” she grumbled scrambling back down. He grunted and exhaled sharply at her swinging a large palm up and smacking her on the shoulders and head before going after Mot eagerly flinging up dirty snow. He beat his chest in a mild aggressive manner at the towering bear. She smiled softly turning back to face Axel and quickly resumed a stoic expression under his expectant dead pan. The weight of his order settled on her chest like a heavy bolder challenging her to move it before she was crushed under its weight. She nodded, “Yes sir.” Her resolution quite strong itself. Probably stronger than he had heard from her before. It seemed his instruction was just as revitalizing to her as fresh water to a parched plant. She planted her feet together then began to count toes out…plant…1…heels out…plant…2 and so on as she sunk into the position. Halfway through the third step and she could feel her muscles begin to protest but she refocused on her goal and stretched her muscles down into step four and then five. FUCK! She screamed internally and she felt her core protesting but she fought to hold the position until she received is approval to release.
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I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Jan 27, 2018 4:46:56 GMT -8
What an absolutely disgusting display of "skill" come back when you think you're actually worth something. ▼ | Axel understood all too well what it was like to lose senses, even though his were temporary. He remembered being eight, his parents holding him down while he thrashed, trying to get away from his uncle as they clipped his ears short and rounded to try and save what they could from the violent sun poisoning that had settled into an infection. For a whole week, he couldn't hear right out of all the shit they had stuffed into his ears and covered his ears with. He remembered when his eyes were injured by ash blowing down from death mountain and his eyes were bandaged. He was forced to walk around on his hands and feet, already being barefoot considering his parents never making him shoes. He learned that day when he was ten, that he was attuned to the earth much more so than his shadow wielding family. He was on his own unless he needed immediate medical attention, which the numerous deep, long, jagged scars lining his body were proof of. The puckered ones, he quit counting. Akkala was a rough place to survive in when you were just a kid and some strange bear cub.
He wouldn't talk about it though. He would never speak of his childhood. Those were signs of weakness, days when he scraped by, going several days without eating until his parents finally decided that he deserved a break from always hunting his own food and fed him a small bit. They wanted an independent son. They got an independent son, they just also happened to turn him to Ganon and create a murderer at the same time. He watched as Mot stood on his hind legs, drool dripping onto the ground and dissipating, splattering out as he let our a roar towards Jett before slamming back down on both of his front legs, prowling around the Gorilla and taking blows with ease. Only striking back when the Gorilla tried to grapple and bring him down, should it try to do any of that.
The gorilla was an amusing one, trying just as hard as Yara was to improve his self. He continuously saw his self and Mot in these two, and at this point, if he gave up on them, he may as well give up on everything else. His eyes continued watching Yara for a bit, waiting a touch longer before making a dismissive motion with his hand. "Good enough. You get the stance. Remember that, train in that and prepare to feel what we're doing here when you wake up tomorrow." He grunted, crossing his arms once again. "I don't know if you know any proper spells, but with our element, we have a natural affinity to it, and you've already attuned to it, but how much have you practiced manipulating it? Wiping your foot prints in the dirt away with a wave of your hand? Rolling a small pebble around in your hand without actually moving your hand. Have you done any of these things? I wanna know how far back you are." Dropping his arms to his side, he motioned to the window that overlooked the training room, right where Master Ryuu's room was.
"Take fire for example. Those with fire can focus their body heat in their palm to intensify it just a bit, or can manipulate small flames. Our magical affinity goes much deeper than spells. A lot of people don't realize that in order to use the magic we use, we have to be able to manipulate it directly. That's just common sense, it's what spells are based around." He decided that he was tired of standing, and simply sat down in one smooth motion with his legs criss-crossed in front of him, his feet tucked under his legs. A strong breeze was sucked into the training grounds, making Axel furrow his brows before looking up at the skies, watching as snow started to fall.
"Try picking up that rock again when you're ready. Just get it at least shoulder level." Axel instructed, rolling his back to pop it, each vertebrae making an audible crack, but his face never changing from a stoic expression, eyes shooting back and forth between the familiars and yara. Luckily, that pesky foot soldier that could never seem to crawl out of his ass had yet to intervene. If he could get Yara to fire a rock by the end of the day, then he guesses he could call today a productive day. |
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Jan 27, 2018 13:21:53 GMT -8
I am immune to you. We are both sick souls with the same disease. Attempting to grapple the large bear from behind, Jett tried to displace Mot hoping to somehow manage to get him at least kneeling. However, Mot could counter the inexperienced young male Gorilla and Jett was the one on the ground and then trying to evade a swipe from sharp claws. He was at least a faster counter to Mot, being smaller in weight and nimbler than the lumbering beast. Though frankly, both were quite cumbersome. It wasn’t about agility for these two anyway their companions, too, were slower, more methodical when it came to the defensive approach. Mot and Jett were walls that should a foe dare challenge them there would be no safe recourse for the attackers. Jett was formidable now even in his untrained youth, but give him enough battle wounds and he would be a towering monster of a beast to contend with. When Axel finally gave her permission to release her stance she righted herself bringing her feet into herself the same way she had taken them out. Her legs shook from the unfamiliar exertion and she had to kneel uncertain of herself should she try to stand now.
She would definitely feel this in the morning.
She listened keenly looking up at him as she questioned her affinity for her earth magic, and honestly, she hadn’t really had a chance to practice. She didn’t know half of what she was doing and the half she did know had been from when she had observed Axel in action on missions and his own training. The training commanders only taught the initiates basic martial arts, weapons usage and the basics of being a Yiga foot soldier. “I don’t know much at all and what I do know has been self-taught through observation and independent practice,” she stated as he sat down across from her “Our initiate training only covers the most basic martial arts instruction, weapons usage and simple combat maneuvers.”Her eyes broke away from his gaze hearing the frustrated snarling growl from Jett and her head snapped towards his direction concerned. Jett had found himself pinned under Mot as the large bear sat on him . The gorilla tried to either push Mot off or pull himself out from underneath the bear, but currently his attempts were futile.They both had seemingly immovable objects to contend with. Yara sat for a moment still trying to catch her breath, her own eyes now focused on the rock she had been instructed to pick up. She needed another moment or two before she made another attempt but she also felt awkward just sitting there doing nothing. She picked up a smaller rock that fit into the palm her hand, she brushed the muddy snow dirt off it relishing the small roundness under her fingertips. “Rolling a small stone?” she questioned, her left eyebrow arching slightly. This seemed like a simple enough exercise that should allow her to still apply his instruction and recover some energy before attempting to lift the larger rock.
Axel Hagane - # # # - notes: Which rock is she moving? the one he tossed at the wall? MADE BY VEL OF GS
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I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Jan 27, 2018 17:46:44 GMT -8
What an absolutely disgusting display of "skill" come back when you think you're actually worth something. ▼ NOTES:The one she was moving. Le whoops Yara | "That would be because the trainers are dense." He wasn't afraid to express his discontent with them, as was the case for everything else though. His face carried disgusted features on it, the numerous scars on his nose and above his eyebrow shifting as he sneered at the training area door just a little bit. "Yes, rolling a pebble. It's just to learn focus and concentration on the element. I practiced it as a boy after I discovered my affinity with earth." He'd have to keep taking steps backwards until she got it and they ironed out any core errors in her form and focus.
He would sit in silence and allow her to mess around with the pebble. His eyes were looking off into the snow, they weren't showing distance, but he was in deep thought. He refused to show this though, considered it a sign of weakness. With Ganon's return seeming to grow nearer as the days passed, they really needed to focus on their defenses, and what good were earth users if they weren't able to wall off an attack or split up ambushes. They needed to be powerful and flexible. They were the ones that took the hits.
She didn't have nearly as many scars and callouses had he had, but then again, they didn't share a similar childhood. He knew about what happened of course, he'd been in with the clan for twenty six years now. Twenty six long, painful years waiting for the return of Ganon. But as he observed her face, his own face fell back into a frown before looking back off. He didn't know what kind of hits she could take, or what kind of pain tolerance she had compared to him. Unlike most, pain was almost non existent to him. What he did feel, he bit through with rage and the intent to inflict the same pain against what had hurt him. If he wasn't careful, any future tricks he tries teaching her could end up horribly.
Once he believed she had plenty of time practicing, he stood up back to his full height without a word, ignoring the dust, mud, snow and smaller rocks that clung to his pants. "Alright get up and try creating another rock to throw again." Motioning to the divot in the ground where she had tried earlier, he then pointed to the sky. "I'd prefer not to burn anymore daylight on a child's practice technique." He all but growled out, both of his arms crossing over his chest as he looked down at yara, ignoring the snow collecting and dusting onto his hair just a bit longer... before it irritated him and he had to shake it off. The snow was gradually becoming a steadier fall. He loved the cold, the ice and the snow, but it was going to get in their way sooner rather than later. |
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Jan 27, 2018 20:00:56 GMT -8
I am immune to you. We are both sick souls with the same disease. The practice of rolling the small stone seemed to be the other end of the scale Yara had been missing. The simple practice of rolling the stone had taught her there was an element of soft pulling and pushing and this determined not only the speed at which the object moved but also made it more manageable. She now knew what it took to move a small amount of earth in comparison to the large amount she had moved before, now she just had to find the middle ground. She stood taking note of her breath creating steam in the air as the light snowfall began to cling to her hair and clothes. She realized her feet were cold and she wiggled them as she side skirted him tentatively in case his mild growl turned into an unexpected physical blow. She planted her feet firmly into the earth, counting her steps as she widened down into the position. The cold numbed some of the ache in her muscles and kept her mind sharp as she closed her eyes focusing on the magic of her element as it coursed through her. She brought her hands to cup in front of her again and raised them gently with the focus in her mind of picking up only a bucket sized chunk. Her brow furrowed as she raised it eye level to herself, eyes still closed. An observer might think she was faltering, which wasn’t wrong, but suddenly her eyes snapped open as she crunched her open palms into fists and pulled them back into her sides. The dirt compacted until it turned into a solid stone like projectile. Imitating what she had observed Axel perform she then shot her left arm forward, fist opening into a palm as if she where exerting force to push the rock forward. The rock shot straight out with unmitigated force across the training yard and into the wall. It wasn’t strong enough to shoot all the way through but it was forceful enough that the wall not had a freshly formed rock embedded into it. Yara didn’t check herself and a wide smile spread across her face as she resumed into a standing position. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Jan 27, 2018 20:20:48 GMT -8
What an absolutely disgusting display of "skill" come back when you think you're actually worth something. ▼ | Axel kept his arms crossed, only moving when she finally did it. Of course, it took quite a bit of focus from her just to get a bucket sized chunk to compress and fly, but it was something. His face remained stoic, even as a large grin came over her features. Wordlessly, Axel turned and walked over to Yara, giving her a pat on the shoulder as he moved over towards the other side of the training ground, where he could face her and not have projectiles risking striking their familiars.
"Told you." He said simply as he reached his foot behind him and drew a line in the snow. Taking a single half step forward, Axel dropped into a defensive position and casually formed a snowball to throw at her. "Now push me back." Throwing stone at stone was cool and all, but it was ineffective to know how strong you were becoming if you couldn't bury it into the wall every single time. It was inconsistent. He could take stone boulders to his body with ease, but to some people, striking Axel seemed to always put them off.
Like they were afraid of hurting him. Punching the ground, a glove made of stone formed around his forearm and he put that hand forward, ready to catch any projectiles thrown his way. Mot actually stopped what he was doing with Jett and sat on the ground like a normal bear, looking back and forth between Yara and Axel, wide placed ears on his head now standing at attention. "If you can move me at least an inch, you're learning. If you can move me past this line, I'll be impressed." His voice was flat, but something behind his stoic eyes burned as he waited.
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