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When Captain Richterite had received the call he had reacted at first with suspicion. Had someone been watching him? Did they know he'd been shirking off his duties lately? No, if that was the case then certainly they would have done something other than send a Lieutenant to him for a training session.

He had agreed to meet the Lieutenant at the place he had designated. It was an area that he wasn't as familiar with as others that he tended to 'patrol' (how loosely he used the term), but that was likely for the best. It would hopefully mean fewer interruptions and more practice and instruction.

At least he had the luxury of teleporting to the site, which he did upon powering up. "Lieutenant Prehnite, I presume?"

"A bit of training, I can help you out with. Information? Depends on what sort you're looking for. Willing to share as much as I can." He smirked softly while walking a slow circle around the other young man.

"Might be best to start with what your weapon is, though, so I've got an idea of what kind of training might benefit you the most. Run into any senshi lately?" His brow quirked. "Or knights. I've seen an even amount of both around lately myself. Weren't any of the latter in the early days, just a bunch of skirts."

"If we're being honest, which I'd like to hope we are, I would rather run into a knight any day over one of the skirts. I might not be too familiar with everything they can do, but I know how weapons work. Figuring out how to counter a weapon attack is a hell of a lot easier than preparing yourself for whatever magic some skirt might throw at you." Richterite did not have the highest opinion of senshi. Those that he had encountered all seemed to be hot-headed women who would much rather attack than stand around and calmly discuss the war.

At Prehnite's weapon demonstration he laughed softly, summoning his own bladed throwing cards to his hand. "You're already off to a better start than I was, Lieutenant. When I first started off these were cards from a game called Magic. I had a few more of them than I do now, but the most impressive thing I could do was throw down for a game of fifty-two pick up." Shaking his head he vanished his weapon again with a small slight of hand. "Given your current weapon, what would you consider your weaknesses?"

"Ran into one of those kids the other day. He didn't actually introduce himself, but he called out a name prior to his attack so I am going on the assumption that his name was 'Chara'. Word of warning if you run into him, especially since you can't teleport; he's mouthy and won't listen to reason about why you don't want to punch a kid in the jaw." His words were flat and clearly still irritated over just thinking about the encounter.

"Mind you, I was sixteen when I was recruited, so I probably don't have much room to talk. My superior officer had a thing for glow sticks." He smirked, shuffling his cards idly as he took a moment to reminisce.

"Have you looked into any sort of self defense classes? Or exercise even? Kick boxing, tae bo... Anything that might help you pull a few crazy moves out of nowhere? I used to fence, in highschool. It set me up for defense. In your case, depending on what your weapon becomes as you progress through the ranks, something like that might help your fighting stance. Learning how to duck and dodge, though? Any sort of agility training is useful in ranged attacks. So is learning how to talk fast. Running just makes them mad, or gives them too much confidence."

"I at least tried to stay out of trouble. In an occupation like ours I'd say that it tends to find you, follow you even, but that was also almost five years ago." Richterite snorted softly, pausing to rub at the back of his head as he thought about how he had spent that time. It was incredible how much everything had changed yet he had stayed the same.

"It's been a while since I've been back to the gym. I still have all of my equipment, though, and it really is something that I should get myself back into. It was a good routine and it gave me something to stay grounded. It's also really good exercise. If you think you might be interested I'll let you know when sign-ups are for the place I go. In the meantime," he turned on his heel so that he could put a bit of space between himself and the Lieutenant, "you called me here for a spar. We can chat after."

"My weapon is good for ranged attacks and it has sharp edges. It's going to be up to you to defend yourself," he flashed the lieutenant a grin. "And just so you know? I'm not going to hold back."

He called his cards back to his hand, giving them a light, carefully shuffle before drawing one. He only had four of them to throw at a time before recalling the set so that he could attack again. The limitations had taught him an important lesson: make each throw count.

"Something that you should keep in mind when you're fighting against one of the skirts. Their magic usually has some sort of a limitation. If they use all of their magic at once they're defenseless." It was a sound theory to work on, at least. In at least one of his fights he had seen a scout expend most of their energy. "Kind of like us when it comes to summoning a weapon. If you're going to throw that trowel of yours instead of using it like a dagger it's going to take energy to call it back."

While talking he sent one of his cards flying, throwing it at the lieutenant with the flick of his wrist.

"I don't think anything gets easier for us, so to speak. We're just given access to more power so that we can do more with it. It takes longer to wear us out. What you might have been able to call back to you only once before feeling the strain you might be able to return to you two or three times." He brought another card to his hand, grinning as Prehnite dodged his first 'attack'.

"In a real fight its better to not let your opponent know that, though. If they think you're weak enough they might come in close enough for you to attack." Some senshi were just as dangerous to have close as others were to keep at arm's length, though. Fighting them was never pleasant.

He shook his head before letting another card fly, this time aiming for the shoulder area of Prehnite's trowel arm.