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Berra was down below on the carpet, near the foot of the bed. The sprockets seemed to serve a purpose other than simply flying around and getting in the way after all as two of them were near her at all times.

The combat sprocket, and the pain sprocket hung just out of reach as she clutched the staff, watching them warily. They had introduced themselves to her training quite uninvited a couple of weeks ago when they had, on a whim, ganged up on the little feien and tried to overpower her.

The first time, they had succeeded and had knocked her over, held her down, and stolen her staff, parading it around the room like a trophy for the better part of an hour. Once Berra had gotten wise to this game, they had tried other tactics....eventually the training had become an elaborate game of keep-away.

As, taking an silent cue from one another, the two sprockets dove in to attack Berra, she ducked and dodged with spastic movements, lashing out at the sprockets with the end of the staff. Ordinarily she wouldn't have dared strike them for fear of hurting them, but experience had taught her they were indestructible and unhurtable...at least by way of feien strength.

There was a sharp pinging sound as the combat sprocket recoiled a bit, struck with the butt of the staff, and then dove in again. The pain sprocket, seizing its opportunity, dove in from behind and barely grazed the backs of her legs before she gave a yelp and turned, fending it off as well. At least they were giving her a taste of what fending off real enemies might be like seeing as how their aim was not to help her in the least.

With this going on, she'd not yet noticed Silva's approach.

Kookaberra turned at the sound of the voice that she recognized yet didn't and blinked in disbelief at the now much-taller Silva. Even from a distance he looked imposing. First Globin, now Silva...she was starting to feel very, very short.

She was brought back to the present as the combat sprocket took her instance of pause as an invitation to move in and smacked full force against her back. She winced, stumbled, and caught herself with one knee.

"I'm okay! Thanks!" she called back, putting on a brave countenance as she whirled and swung the staff, sending the offending sprocket somersaulting a short distance away before it swooped back in again. That whole "invincible" thing was great for not having to worry about hurting them, but not so great for getting a break between attacks.

"About...two weeks...!!" she said between swings, trying to do what he'd suggested while being attacked. The pain sprocket swooped overhead, tangling itself in her pigtails and pulling hard. It had gotten her to drop the staff this way just yesterday, after all, why shouldn't it work again?

Berra gave a small whine of pain, her hands wavered, wanting to drop the staff to protect her scalp, but she wouldn't let herself. The combat sprocket came in fast, then, straight at her face, intending to play "chicken" with her in a further attempt to make her give in. Instead, despite the deep-seated pain in her head, she dropped suddenly to her knees. The pulling, for a split second, was unbearable, and then...

*CLINK!*

The pain and combat sprocket collided with each other at high velocity, making the hold on her hair release. Forgetting her, the two sprockets took off after one another, scolding, chittering and fighting as Berra scrambled to her feet again, panting a bit.

When she was sure they were gone, she looked back to Silva, flushing with embarrassment.

"Sorry...they don't quit sometimes..." she said, trying to get used to the fact she'd have to look up at him from now on. Deciding she didn't need to comment on the fact he'd grown, as he was likely well-aware of it, she smiled instead. "Its good to see you again, Silva. Thank you for the training doll."

The staff in her hands sagged and then she turned to set it down. A break DID sound nice....the two sprockets had declared war on her this morning for whatever reason and had been devilling her on and off up until that point.

She looked to Silva inquisitively after she was done and then nodded, smiling. "Okay!" she agreed readily, wondering what he had in mind.

Kookaberra alighted on the sill behind Silva and boggled a moment at the strange creature that emerged from seemingly nowhere. She'd never seen a ferret before...he reminded her a bit of that character she'd seen in a cartoon once. What was his name? Rikki Tikki, she was fairly sure.

Watching him unwrap the rope, she felt her wings fidget a bit. "I--I guess so." she nodded, pulling her eyes away from the odd sight that was TZ to look up at the burgandy-winged feien. It wasn't as though Silva would let her get hurt, right....?

"What are we going to do?" it was likely unnecessary to ask as he seemed good about explaining things regardless, but her curiousity had commanded it of her just in case.

Berra's eyes lit up in understanding. That...sounded like fun, actually! Her smile returned a bit more genuinely as she looked to the loop of rope Silva held and nodded, waiting to see if he would offer it to her or if he meant to go first to demonstrate.

"All right." she said, sounding a little braver on the subject as she looked to TZ again. "That sounds easy enough."

Kookaberra caught the rope as it was tossed to her. "Thanks!" she chirped and wrapped her hands around it firmly as she padded up behind the ferret so that when he took off, she wouldn't be in danger of hitting herself against the window. Getting stung by a pain sprocket was bad enough without having to be down for the count with a broken arm or dislocated shoulder, after all...

Taking a deep breath and then letting it out again, she adjusted her grip one more time. She didn't feel completely ready, but then she decided that flying while towed by a ferret wasn't exactly something you ever felt completely ready for. This must have been what it was like for those people on TV who jumped out of planes for thrills.

"Ready." she nodded, steeling herself for the initial yank with TZ took off and hoping she wouldn't make a mess of this.