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 Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 8:10 pm
He wasn’t entirely sure where the line was drawn between good and merely able to survive. He had his flaws and he knew he tended to be blinded by certain things, especially in the middle of fighting, but he’d also survived as long as he had, and he’d made the rank of General when he was only sixteen.
Jet twisted the bladed pole around, resting one of the ends against the ground for a moment as he assessed the senshi in front of him. Gadolinite hadn’t disappointed him yet, and he seemed to tolerate Jet. It was a little surprising, because yes, he didn’t expect anyone to take him seriously. It was easy for people to look up to Generals like Aurostibite and even Cinnabar and others because of their reputation, but he was still just a kid.
Why would people listen to a kid?
"You’re lucky I don’t actually want to kill you," he pointed out, lifting his weapon once more, wanting to give Gadolinite a fair challenge, but also not wanting to maim him. "That wound is going to hurt a lot more in a few minutes. You’ve been warned," he said as he pushed forward again, swinging the pole hard, but shifting his hand position so that if he did manage to hit the senshi, it would only be by the dull edge.
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2017 4:52 pm
Gadolinite swept some of his long, dark hair away from his face. The cut to his arm stung - and then started to sting a lot more, burning its way up his arm so that he could feel it working through him, more fiery than he had expected. He glanced down in mild surprise, then looked back at his general.
"Vhy vould you want to kill me?" he said with a laugh. "I am useful."
For the most part.
The cut was growing stronger and stronger in terms of pain. Gadolinite could hardly move his arm now, but as the polearm came swinging towards him, he threw his other arm up, blocking it from hitting his chest. The wood smacked against his wrist, jarring him violently, and Gadolinite stumbled back, gasping, falling to one knee.
"Ow."
He glanced down at his arm again, breathing hard.
"Vhat is that?"
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2017 12:28 pm
His hit had been successful, and he knocked the other man back, knowing that the pain from the cut was working. Carefully, Jet lowered his weapon, watching the other as he fell to his knee.
“No idea. I guess it’s like poison or… something,” he said as he set one end of the blade down into the ground. “It’ll petrify and then a little while later speed the pain up. At least that’s what I’ve experienced,” he said, although while he could have shown Gadolinite the cuts on his own arms and body from testing out his weapon, he decided against it.
He reached out with one hand towards the man to help him up if he wanted the assistance. If anything, Jet felt a little more confident about Gadolinite than he had before. He was a good fighter and fast and had decent magic.
“Let’s call it a day for your training. We can try again another time,” he said, hoping the other wouldn’t think he was being looked down on, because that wasn’t how Jet felt at all. “Good work. But I think you could use more power. What if we fix that?”
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2017 6:59 am
There was stinging all over, stemming from the place that Jet's blade had scraped across his skin. Gadolinite tried to ignore it, but it felt like his body was on fire, his breathing a little labored, his hair falling in tangled black locks around his face, trailing on the ground beside him.
"That is...very interesting," he murmured, and it wasn't mere lip service. He did find it interesting, because somehow, it fit with his own magic, and that made him feel relatively pleased with himself that the General who had recruited him had magic in his weapon that coincided with Gadolinite's own.
Jet's offered hand was grasped and Gadolinite hoisted himself up, taking a breath. He felt a smirk draw back on his lips, a grin etched across his face.
"Yes," he said. "More power. I vould like that very much."
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