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He's stronger now, he can feel it. Powered up in his uniform he can run faster and jump higher, even carrying the giant plush that is his 'weapon'. Though how a stuffed toy is supposed to help him fight he's still not sure on. No, he's better off learning to fight with fists and feet rather than try and swing that thing around - though it'd probably give a good wallop if it caught someone in the stomach. The thing is, Kail mused as he wandered, he'd never really tried fighting before, or even thought about it. The powerup hasn't changed his frame - small and slight - and it hasn't got him out of wearing thick-lensed glasses, though whatever bestows outfits on people has changed the usual round spectacles to thin square ones. Not exactly the typical fighters build.

But then, he hadn't started out being awesome at robotics either, he reasoned. Practice made perfect. So here he was, hanging round a junkyard to try and practice punching things. His current target was an old sofa - soft enough to prevent him hurting himself, but firm enough to give a good resistance. The sound of flesh hitting foam echoed quietly in the old junkyard as the button eyes of his weapon stared sightlessly into the night.

Kail had been completely focused on his task with his usual tunnel-vision, so the appearance of another startled him and he swung round with a yelp, fists raised. Upon seeing another negaverse officer (admittedly one with a fancier outfit, which probably meant they were above the level he was ; remember to be polite, best manners, yes yes?) he relaxed a little, blinking owlishly and pushing his glasses up his nose to try and focus on the other male.

"Sorry...sir? I didn't see you there."

Or sense him, or hear him, or anything. He should really try and be more alert to such things, he told himself. It was unlikely to happen, though - at least until he got more of a shock than a friendly (presumably) person appearing. At the sofa comment he shrugged before remembering he was supposed to be polite.

"It's better than wrecking my hands trying to punch metal, I guess."

Ah yes, Senshi - the enemy. Kail had lucked out and not seen any yet, but then he'd not spent much time powered up yet. It was only a matter of time though - which after all, was why he was doing this training in the first place - he could take civilians out with a quick negaverse-boosted knock around the head, or get them to touch him and start draining them - but senshi were different. Dangerous. And well, Kail was kinda....weedy. Small and slight and babyfaced. Which was great for tricking civilians! Noooot so great for fighting. So when the other offered to spar he was torn between a few different emotions ; gratitude for the offer, fear about getting hurt - and the worst of all, anxiety about being touched by a stranger.

But in the end, Kail's determination to finish what he started won out and he inclined his head slightly, pink hair falling across his face as he did so.

"Thankyou for the offer. If you're willing to put up with the fact I have no clue what I'm doing, I'd love to!"

Personally if he'd have known about the temptation to bring out a large spiky club, Cobaltite would be extremely grateful that the other had resisted ; his own weapon (rather useless right now) still sat where it had been left, a tiny tug at the corner of his mind reminding him where it was. But his attention was drawn away from the tiny tug as the other Negaverser spoke and assumed a fighting stance. Cobaltite stood still for a second, observing the other's stance, before trying to copy it.

It wasn't very good, but it was a start at least. He threw a punch slowly, pulling the force behind it, unwilling to accidentally hurt the other....as vanishing as a possibility that was.

Kail adjusted his stance obediently, nodding seriously as his eyes narrowed slightly. He waited for Merlinite to get back in his own stance before throwing another punch - this time not pulling it at all. It wasn't a particularly strong punch, even with the negaverse's power meted out to enhance it. I mean, it would certainly have hurt a civilian, but to another more powerful nega it was.

Well, pathetic seemed a little mean to call it, even if Kail had tucked his thumb in instead of out, and not twisted into the punch to put all his strength into it. As the meaty thump sound of a fist on flesh faded into the night, Kail waited for further instruction, still keeping his stance high.

A bit of a process was probably going to be right ; Cobaltite might have thrown tantrums as a toddler, but past the age of about three, he'd never hit someone deliberately - and past the occasional horseriding lesson insisted on by his mother, excercise had been somewhat missing from his experience too.

But there was one saving grace to his ineptitude - and that was determination. Cobaltite was revelling in having a purpose, and if learning to fight was part of that purpose, so be it!

So when Merlinite spoke, he nodded fiercely.

"What do I need to fix?"

Cobaltite hadn't really put much thought into the whole super-hero/villian thing, and his face crinkled up a little in distaste at the idea. All the same, they were more powerful than normal humans now, which was technically superhuman....Hm. Still, he wasn't sure he liked the idea of being a hero. Or a villian. Neither tended to have good endings.

Cobaltite nodded as Merlinite spoke, rocking on his heels slightly and fisting his hands in the slightly silky texture of his uniform as a comfort. He waited for the other to finish speaking before replying.

"That sounds like a good plan. I don't know much about excercise...I will have to do some reading."

I mean, if you asked him to name muscle groups and the like, he could do that! He just didn't know what was the most effective way of training them, that was all.

To his own suprise, Cobaltite found himself smiling back at Merlinite, albiet a little nervously. He even gave a thumbs-up, and then, realising it was obscured by the length of his sleeves frowned and pushed it up and repeated the gesture.

"Two days, got it. Um, before you go, I'm K- uh, Cobaltite. Thanks for your help, sir!"

And then, realizing it had got late and he better get home, be began to jog off too in the opposite direction, still thinking about what he could do to improve things.