Ainsley didn't waste any time, from the day he healed up completely (and he was sure of it, as Quan had enlisted the help of a skilled physician and medicinal specialist just in case) until that day, he trained. For hours at a time, when he was free, Quan would train him how to handle the weapon. How to move with it and use it as effectively as possible. Ainsley learned quickly, and found he had a taste for that kind of combat. The trees that lined their camp site were marked, each and every one of them, with some sort of practice attack coming from Ainsley's new weapon. He felt a new strength come with it, a confidence he didn't seem to have before, and the more he trained the more he felt more capable of living Quan's sort of life.
In any case, all that training was driven by one thing, and one thing along: revenge. On that damned Ysali dragon that gave him all his injuries. Oh, it would definitely pay. Fiery red-orange eyes narrowed as he traversed the all too familiar forest paths of Serenia - Quan said they'd be staying for a while longer before moving on - searching out the dragon. Yes, he was actually searching for it now. Every encounter until that day had been accidental, but this time...this time was different.
"Here, dragon, dragon..." he hummed as he neared the place where he'd first run into it. Such an unfortunate day, but without it he knew he might not have grown in such a way. Also, he probably wouldn't have gotten a weapon for his trouble; the thought made him smirk. It wasn't long before he caught sight of the dragon; it was lazing about, sun bathing it seemed, and just overall relaxing. Considering it was just past noon the Orderite could only assume it was relaxing after its meal - its last meal, if he had anything to do with it.
All amusing and idle thoughts left him as he planned a way to catch this creature off guard. He and Quan had a debate about how to go about killing a dragon. The older, more experience Orderite brought up a valid point that Ainsley was tiny in comparison to such a beast, so surprise would be a good idea if you could plan for it. So he did.. and he took a few minutes to plan for it, eventually figuring he could climb up a tree for a better angle at the dragon's head. As he sat in the trees branches, he watched as the dragon contented itself with just laying there, calm and serene and not at all threatening to look at. In all honesty, he wasn't even sure this was the same Ysali that had been giving him trouble, but whatever the case, his plan slowly dawned on him. So, with his new weapon held high in the air, the boy jumped...
And it all happened very quickly. The feeling of flesh and blood making contact with his weapon, the cry of pain and surprise from his target, followed by some attempts to fight back, all being futile when compared with the nearly blind but successful attacks on the creature that the young Orderite was making. He slashed and bashed and hacked and sliced, and when all was said and done the dragon, once it had breathed its last, had faded, only to be replaced with a single, solitary orb. It looked rather lonely, laying there where the large creature had originally lay, pulsating ever so slightly for a second or two before settling. Ainsley, who was breathing hard and gripping his weapon until his palm was white and nearly numb, bent down to pick up his prize.
He couldn't say anything then, so he pocketed the orb and headed toward a river to clean himself up. The boy felt a slight satisfaction well up inside of him, grim as it was.
