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He'd been at it for a little over an hour Jonah, and Kurai leaned at the wall watching him attempt the solid flame every so often Jonah would come in and tell him something about his form and what might be better. He got into his stance he felt power rushing through his veins in the form of thermal energy. His legs sat shoulder length apart. His body wasnt squared it was at such an angle as to make him a smaller target his hands stood vertical his palms flat facing each other. His left hand was extended all the way but his elbow wasnt bent his right hand stood near the elbow of the left his center was protected by his form. He was all sweaty again from doing it over and over again, once they started their training Fulgar tried to reserve energy give as little as he could while still performing well. His form was solid and he stood firm. His mouth was open and he was breathing the edges of his cheeks moved just barely from the force of his breaths. He stood in his form for a moment regaining himself. Then he began again. Fire erupted around his hands, he moved them in circular motions while dipping down his back and throwing his weight into the air doing gorgeous and powerful flipping movements with his body he then concentrated all his fire between his hands occasionally dipping them down into his foot work which seemed to fuel the flames around his feet. The complicated motions were completed when the flames solidified themselves into a wave like structure he was able to combine together the waterbending he had learned to make such a structure. He now kept moving and the solid flames flickered as the crept up his legs to complete themselves at his waist. continuing his complicated hand movements he began to move the flame centimenter by centimetere, inch by inch, foot by foo-- before he could make it across the dojo the flame softened he felt it and tried to stop it for the 20th time but couldnt he fell flat on his back, again, like he had done so many times for the last hour. The flames looked like a tornado of fire was wrapping itself around him and he could control it only barely. He needed alot more practice.

"Damn it!" Fulgar yelled, "I cant do it, I cant make it go any further than a quarter across the floor, why does it always break right when I think I got it in the bag?"

Seth did not wake from all the noise of his fellow friends. From all that he has been through today he needed the rest. Besides being a very heavy sleeper he slept like a log this night. He never had such a good night sleep in so long. Last time he slept this well was the last night he was with his parents.

Waking up later that morning about 10am Yoko got up, wrote a message to the others to meet him outside and left it on his bed; and then headed down stairs. Seeing the piece of jerky Seth had given him the day before he ate it momentarily before he left. "Hrmm I wonder where Milo is." Leaving the room Yoko headed outside, once outside the light seemed to warm him up as he felt energized. "I guess the others might be gone for a while.... I might as well get in some early training." Looking around he seached for a place to train, finding a spot in the the courtyard Yoko took stance.

Lowering both arms, and moving them around him in entricate motions he began to bend the water from the nearby fountain creating a thread like stream of water all around him. Forcing his left arm forwards the thread rushed out forwards and wrapped its way around a statue. Closing his left hand the water turned to ice. Using his right arm to turn the ice back into water Yoko made the thread like stream to conjoin into one thick stream.

Bending the water around him using both arms together in one motion he sent the stream spiraling around him. Launching the water into the air infront of him the stream seemed to burst into 100,000 drops of water. Droping both hands in a quick movement the drops turned into needles. Sending the needles headed towards a near by brick wall, they shot through the wall like a hot knife through butter.

Letting out a huge huff Yoko stopped for a while so he could cool down. He didn't want to work too hard before the others came. Sitting down on the ground he closed his eyes and began to meditate.

After having a great night sleep on Coco. Seth got up at around 10:30 AM. Seth yawned a bit and wondered where everybody left. Seth looked around and saw none of the friends he traveled with. Seth was a bit hungry and he took out some more jerky from his knapsack and started to snack on it. While snacking he took his things including the scolls he brought with him and went to search for his friend.

Seth said to himself,"I think they would be training somewere. Yoko mentioned something about training last night. But that could have just been me dreaming."

Seth finished his jerky and yawned one more time as he was a bit drowzy from getting to much sleep. But at the same time he felt the best that he had ever in years.

After walking around for a bit Seth finally came across Yoko and Kina meditating on the ground. He walked up to them and yawned one last time and said,"Good morning, did you get as good of a sleep as i did?" Seth placed his things on the ground and sat down after asking the question. He started to look through the scrolls that he brought with him.

(Yeah, I caught that after I posted but I thought it was so minor it would be a pass off kind of deal, won’t happen again. And I’ll stay away from time skips. Sorry bout controlling your char for a second then. And you can call me Morgan it is easier to type.)

Fulgar listened to Jonah tell him that his pride may be the thing getting in the way of mastering the technique, if that was the case it would take him a long time to learn he was very full of pride and got even more when he learned firebending. Fulgar watched as Jonah sat down the coin and heard his steel plated boots hit the ground with a clink as his teacher had stepped from his perch. Looking his teacher in the eye he asked him “practice makes perfect?”

Fulgar sighed and looked at his own square toed boots, they hadn’t come off in a week, he had even slept in them; this training was definitely taking its toll. He sat down on Jonah’s coin and took off his boots along with his socks. The air felt good passing between his toes. He let out another big sigh and laid down on the coin, “god this thing is cool, Jonah.” Fulgar remarked about the stone that he rested his head on. He let out a big yawn and stretched his arms the stone bumped his shoulders he lay there on the stone coin for a few minutes before finally swinging up his arms to the upright position then slowly grabbing his boots he put them back on then got up for another hour or two of training. He was going to try this technique ‘till he got it right.

“Jonah, what would you do differently? I guess I can control my pride, but is there any flaw in my form?”

As he waited for Jonah to reply to his question he began again. He began with a sturdy horse stance then moving his hands from his waist to his shoulders moved to the ball holding stance. He rocked back and forth on his feet. Creating friction between his legs, he moved his left leg to the side and let his torso follow the same path the line his foot drew in the dirt caught fire and connected back to his foot. He moved his hands in a waving motion and going to his normal mantis stance he protected his center. He did the familiar motion of dips and twirls making a swirling fire around his feet it was soft it moved and flickered around his boots it danced with his motions. His hands were left loose while he danced the flame round his feet leading it like a master with his pet. He remained his hands loose as he gently moved them about like a waterbender then tightened his stance like an earthbender would moved his legs in circular motions. The fire round his feet raged on and became slimmer and took form. It creeped up his legs and spun round his entire body, keeping his hands loose he began twisting them on his wrists and bringing his fingers into a grip and tightness was brought to his formerly loose hands. The Fire took its final form it was smooth in its body and rough at its top and bottom edges. He began to move it along the floor he kept his concentration in check as he continued his movements in his arms. He kept it moving keeping his eyes on the wall in front of him he kept it going, he had passed the quarter mark where he usually failed he was slowly advancing toward to middle of the room. He was slowly but surely making it. So close now to the center of the room he let a small self satisfied grin creep across his face for a fleeting moment. Pride swelled in his chest he could feel the pressure of it pushing against his ribs he was so close he couldn’t let it out. He swallowed it. The body of fire moved itself along with Fulgar perched in the middle on the top. He began to let the fire down on itself. He hadn’t made it across the room yet but this was far enough for now he grinned widely to himself just before he could make it to the ground he grinned very widely and let his form fall with it killing the flame that he was perched on he fell onto the ground again at least this time he was on his knees. The grin disappeared when he hit the ground.

“Aw, I was so close, I was half way that was a little more than last time, and at the very end I let it all go to crap.” Fulgar said looking disgusted and unhappy with himself.

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