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It was cruel of him to put so much pressure on Melvin, leon knew this deep down inside, but at the same time, he wanted him to see how far he could go. Spartan training? it wasn't exactly like that, they would still be alive at the end, but testing one's limits to see how far they could go, it was something interesting.

Or at the very least, it would be some good data for the Life division to have on all trainees. The next shot seemed more on point as it managed to land closer to his field of vision, obscuring it with its goop and burning at the shield. Not quite a headshot, but getting closer to it.

"Make your shots count, stay calm and shoot!" he barked out and put the pressure back on the young trainee and swung the chainsaw in another sweeping arc.

HP: 41/50
DMG: 3
CHARGE: 3/3

"Cut you in half?" Leon asked quizzically as he swung back around with the weapon, the momentum was too much to stop as he spun on his heel. "Worse will happen, I just want you to prepare for it when it doe occur , you are a life trainee right?" he asked again and rested the grumbly chainsaw on his shoulder that even he himself was surprised he could do now. "If you are in life, that makes us work buddies, I'd rather throw you in the gauntlet and teach you the hard way than let you chance it and fail."

He knew it was a rough way of teaching someone, but it had to be done, considering that the male didn't seem hardened like with the team battle the strays woke up from.

But talk was cheap, as Nid said at times, action was important and it was something they both could agree on for once. The shot that flew past in a burst of speed, was something, even if it missed, he felt the resolve that Melvin had in making it work.

And it was enough the bring an almost maniacal smile to his face. H would have been proud, or at least he thought so. "Thats what I wanted to see!" he said roughly, thrilled at the battle. "But now its my turn." he declared proudly,boasting almost and curled the chainsaw closer to his own form, close enough to almost tear into his own treasured cloak before thrusting it back out. "Its time for dinner Nidhogg."

The almost frantic revving of the saw was menacing, the hunger for fear was insatiable as small jagged blades became larger, to the point of ludicrous. "Prepare yourself, I'm coming."

that was the last thing stated before the athletic hunters dashed in with a vicious lunge toward the torso.

HP: 41/50
DMG: 18
CHRG: 0/3, Battlecry lvl 3 used.

It was supposed to be a training session for melvin, leon knew this deep down inside. But there he was, the little trainee, wobbling along the ring ropes, legs shaking, ready to buckle. All it took was just a few more solid strikes. He wanted that TKO, that ten count that would make him the victor.

There were no chance at backing off as the fellow hunter tightened his guard, but there were holes as wide as a tire on him. Movements became sharper as the former boxer swerved left and right,hefty feet became light as the danced around and swung in, the chainsaw curving along for the ride.

"Don't you lose that fighting spirit on me now Melvin, The round isn't over yet." he said in the pep talk manner that a coach would use. He heard it all too much, except with nidhogg, he was just his bad diet nutritionist. "Grit those teeth Melvin, you can do it."

HP: 41/50
DMG: 5-4 = 1
CHRG: 1/3, Battlecry used.

Bob and weave. the textbook way to evade a punch, Leon never expected it to be so damn important away from the ring. no matter what, it always seemed important in a fight. With the way Melvin's eye were darting around, he could only assume it was working. "it would be a horrible shame if my weapon had its way with that innocent sweater." he said, teasingly.

Just imagining the shards of fabric flying about, he was sure it would light the fire under the greener trainee. Even if it flew him in a rage, it would be worth it. Just for more emphasis , he stabbed again at the gunner's shield, watching bits chip off into the air. "Yep, kinda like that."

HP: 41/50
DMG: 8
CHRG: 2/3, Battlecry used.

Melvin was bold, Leon would at least give him props for that, still trying to shoot. It was something that he hoped the guy would do. At least in his mind, the trainee was OK for the life division. "Not bad, but its time to bring this to a close." he stated boldly and shoved his shoulder and the chainsaw at the smaller framed fighter.

And watched for the cracks to form in the weapons shield. "looks like you might need cover in order to be at your best shooting capabilities, good data, good data indeed." he mused out loud.

it would have been even ruder if he took the time to jot down the notes for future training plans. he didn't exactly want to insult the guy for trying. "You still with me? shall we call it at that?" he asked almost chipperlike before de summoning the still hungry chainsaw.

But Leon, can't I eat him? It was almost adorable to hear the rabid dragon whine.

"No Nid, Hunters are friends, not food." he scolded harshly while he looked back at his adversary.

HP: 40/50
DMG: 6
CHRG: 3/3, Battlecry used.

It was like music to his ears, the ceasefire against further combat. To be the last one standing was always a good feeling in Leon's book. he might have taken a deep breath of pride in his own capabilities. "Not bad, considering its probably... what your fifth of sixth fight?" Leon asked curiously and cocked his head at the tired lump of Melvin on the floor. "That winded? If you want to join me on my morning exercises, you're free to you know." he suggested, giving the newer trainee a grin. "Course you might not be able to put up with my rigorous schedule, but even a little bit is better than nothing."

it was always scary, Deus was as long as the Life hunter intermediate has seen, a place that was almost primarily focused on physical training. It was amazing. "The sooner we get your endurance up, the better." he continued to talk before walking back to the bench and opening the giftbox wider and pulled out the item hiding behind the evil, confining piece of fabric.

A waterbottle that was jut waiting for the green recruit. "Here, you earned this." he offered warmly to the rookie and gave the item a light shake.


It was a fellow Life division member after all. One that wasn't Robert at least.

and Leon used the moment to plop the sweater over Melvin's head before strutting away. "I think you'll get it after a few more bouts, if you need some proper training, let me know. I'll see you in the labs." he offered in reply before taking off to study the new recruits data in the labs database.


Plus search for things to use to torture the bloke when they cross paths the next time around.