She had lost terribly and now she was suffering. Pain ripped through her deeply even as she yawned. She had not only gone up against a weathered fighter but also fought so hard she had injured herself. Brilliant, absolutely brilliant. Roel however didn’t keep her cooped up like some house pet or pamper her like she had seen some fighters. She was in the compound stalls as she always was and enjoyed it. Her stall was warmed appropriately and she had enough space to move. The grated fence was even open from when Roel visited last, though he’d probably be back soon with her breakfast and then for some more training. Maybe today a fighting cull would be able to actually put up a decent fight.
The sight of Roel returning caused her tail to beat against the straws of hay, scattering them. “Hello beautiful.” Came his scruffy voice, “Training time. Don’t want you to lose your edge.” Grabbing her collar and dragging her to her feet. She gave a snarl at him but relented, biting the hand that fed you didn’t always end well. He scowled at her but didn’t berate her and instead dragged her out and snapped at her, “Move.”
Magnus had lost this battle too it seemed. Letting herself be lead mindlessly to wherever it was that Roel was taking her. It seemed they were going to the training arena. A fight was set up for her it seemed, not a real fight but with one of the culls there at least. Good. Now she lifted her head, getting more and more excited the closer they got. Training! Her anticipation to get at whatever it was on the other side of the gates made her tug at her collar and caused Roel to tug back roughly. He wasn’t having that it seemed so she hung her head and once again followed blindly.
Finally they made it to wherever it was Roel was taking her. A fenced field with things in it. This wasn’t what she had expected. There were… were those fences? And some wooden ladder thing… and some scary wires over a muddy area. What was this? Hoops?! She wasn’t some damn show mokai. Though the wires looked a bit intimidating it was the whip hanging on the end that startled her once Roel picked it up.
“Like I said girl. Training.” Shoving her rather harshly through the gate before cracking the whip inches from her face, Magnus snarled. She should be fighting another mokai, a cull, not running around. “Get on it!” Another crack, this time the tip just whispering against her flank. No time to dwell, training began.
So she started, weaving between bars. When she didn’t go fast enough another crack on her flank and led back to the beginning as if she was supposed to do it in a quick time. The dark mokai felt a rumble rise in her throat but she continued bobbing through them until she no longer felt the tip against her flesh. Wasn’t she supposed to be recovering not adding to her wounds? Humans. She hated the lot of them but she wanted to fight, she wanted to crush competition. With a snarl she turned on the whip as it came down again, grabbing it in her teeth and pulling it hard enough to cause Roel to sway. His eyes seemed to light up with that motion.
“You’re getting better. Good. We’ll have you ready to fight in no time at all.” As he gently tugged on the handle. Magnus eyed him vehemently but slowed as she felt Roel’s fingers in her fur tugging hard as he dragged her to ‘A’ ladder. “Now you’ll run up this over and over until you get the timing right.” Pulling out a stopwatch in his hand he grinned before cracking the whip in the air as a signal for her to start. Already she could feel the wounds that were supposed to be healing opening up again. Now was not the time to get all weak though, if Roel wanted to push her fine.
Running up and down the wooden ladder was tiring but she endured until Roel seemed to be pleased and awarded her a treat. Now it seemed, as the male grabbed her collar again roughly, they were headed somewhere else and to her surprised somewhere she recognized. Finally she’d be fighting a cull. Entering the dingy arena she waited as her master untethered the tiny form. He whistled to begin their little dance and she charged forward. The cull didn’t even have time to think as she barreled into it, the sound of air rushing from its maw.
The yelp of surprise made her grin as she sank her teeth into the cull’s exposed neck, dragging it down until it kicked up to retaliate. Smart to try and get at her, but there was no use when she was stronger than it. However she let up and backed off to give the poor thing a moment of peace before she lunged again. Bobbing and weaving as the stricken thing tried to get at her. She knew the outcome already and she knew this cull knew too, but the game was just too much fun to pass up. Magnus feigned to the left and attacked as the cull took the bait, slamming her skull into the others with enough force to make herself a tad dizzy.
She could see Roel giving her the sign to finish this cull off, not kill of course but end their little training, and that’s just what she did. Again she went for the neck and again managed to take her shot. This time she threw him with enough force to hear a creak in the other’s bones before she dashed him and slammed him against the boards. Once he crumpled to the ground she placed a paw on his neck and snarled. “Stay down cull if you know what’s good for you.” Then trounced away to Roel.
“Shoud have you up in a fight soon sweetheart.”
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