Dante arrived at Thundercliff beach, literally appearing out of thin air as his red combat boots sunk slightly into the sand, leaving the lycan's footprints deep in the ground. The man raised his head skywards as his hair was tossed by the violent winds of the beach. The man smiled as his eyes closed, pearly white large canines showing. His father had brought him here once as a young pup... it had given him not only a safe haven, but also his wind element. For it was here he had found his affinity for wind as a child. Walking well away from the water, Dante would shrug his jacket off, allowing it (along with most of his weapons) to drop to the ground.He then grabbed his shirt before lifting it up and over his head, allowing that to fall to the ground as well. He reveled in the feeling of the sharp winds flowing across the bare skin of his muscular torso. He then settled into a muay thai stance, deciding to learn the rest of his martial arts here... in a less crowded setting. It would help him clear his mind, and decide what he wanted to do next.
Dante began with the simplest skill he could think of at the moment. He would stand still for a moment before spinning. As he raised his elbow high. The lycan imagined his elbow smashing into the back of the head of an imaginary opponent.
The next skill he had to learn was another elbow strike. To set up the strike, Dante concentrated for a moment. The lycan stood still before taking action, and dissapearing before reappearing in mid air a few feet away. The lycan's body was horizantal. His elbow was pointing downwards. There was a vulnerable imaginary opponent underneath him, and he was ready to strike. As he fell downwards, he imagined his elbow caving in the skull of some sorry opponent. They would probably die as soon as the elbow made contact, as the strike was even known to break through metal.
The next skill Dante needed to learn was a rather interesting one as well. This skill allowed the trickster to make foot long blades of invisible energy on his elbows that could easily tear and eviscerate through targets.The secret in the skill was the fact that the energy was literally invisible. It was great for sneak attacks. Especially on unsuspecting opponents or people who thought that the trickster was lacking in close ranged abilities. The silver haired lycan ran over to a target, literally blurring as he ran. He then focused the energy in his body, sending it to the tips of his elbows. Slowly, the lycan felt the energy release. On the edge of each of his elbows was now a foot long blade of invisible energy. The man began slashing at a tree. Honestly, he thought the tree would hold up. He was sorely dissapointed. Within a couple of strikes, he had already felled the tree, sending it crashing down on one of it's brethren. He then moved to the next tree and continued the process. Once again, it only took a couple of elbow strikes for the same results.
tiiiimber... The lycan thought to himself idly. A moment later it crashed down too, joining it's fallen brother. Dante decided he had practiced his flashing dagger enough for now. It would suffice to kill a target.
Dante decided that he should learn the fourth stage of this style. He knew in order to do this, he would have to toughen his body. Training for this stage was practically masochism. He walked over to a boulder and began striking it repeatedly with the hardest attacks he had. During this time, he flinched several times. He was more durable than a human, that was for sure. But still... Punching solid rock didn't feel to good on his knuckles. Several times, his knuckles broke against the boulder. Every time this happened however, Dante continued. His natural regenerative abilities denied him the excuse of being too injured to continue. Elbow strikes, punches, knees, everything. The Lycan just aimed to deaden his nerve cells. After about an hour of this, he decided this was stupid. His muscles were sore, his bones had broken and rehealed so many times he had lost track, and he still felt pain every time he hit a rock.
Maybe this isn't how i'm supposed to do it. Maybe my muay thai instructor was just retarded. He thought to himself as he continued. After a few more minutes, he saw the reason. While his muscles were still sore, he no longer felt pain when he punched the boulder. He felt the impact, but no pain. The lycan moved away from the boulder and fell against the sand, sighing in a fatigued manner as he felt the cool and wet sand against his back. He needed a rest, as he had been at this for nearly two hours now. The sand felt like it had magical properties, so soothing was it against his fatigued body.
(Muay thai stage 3 & 4 mastered)
