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 Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 9:11 am
Natron was fairly certain he should have done this a very long time ago. He had gotten tired of taking way more hits than he wanted to in battles, even if he ostensibly won or at least tied. He constantly felt like he was getting his a** kicked, and if he was going to be a good soldier for Chaos he had to start learning to fight and not rely on others to save him or good luck.
So he had contacted Painite, and requested that she help him train. He was waiting for her on the same rooftop where she had corrupted him, gripping his dodgeball tightly and shifting awkwardly from foot to foot.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 10:25 am
The Negaverse General took a foot path to the building where they had met, or at least, where she had introduced herself to him. He was on the roof, she could feel his aura, and she knew he could feel hers. But knowing an enemy was there and knowing what they were going to do were two entirely different things.
His training started the moment she felt his energy signature. Maybe a little earlier than that, since she was making him wait for her.
She teleported and appeared just above the roof, spear in hand, poised for the short fall she had given herself. She appeared in front of him, stabbing downward at him.
The thing with training in the Negaverse, she realized not too long ago, was that no matter what she did to him, short of killing him, they could heal. She did not have to hold back too much, and that was exactly what she wanted. If he got himself hurt she would have him pull a starseed and eat it.
She saw potential in him, and usually allowed time and experience to bring it out, but now she was beginning to see things in new lights. Why waste time? And anyway, she liked seeing fear on someone's face. Even if they happened to be on the same team as she was. Actually, that was better, even, because she could breed respect from it.
And they needed to know she was not someone to be messed with. Not someone to be thrown to the side, to be ignored or stomped on. She would just not take it again.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 9:15 pm
As soon as Natron felt the General's energy signature, he tensed. And then it blipped out, and he became even more worried. He was glad he was already prepared, because when she dropped out of the sky, spear out, he had time to get out of the way instead of getting impaled straight on. He turned the momentum into a dodgeball toss.
He was glad she wasn't holding back. This was what he needed, really. His enemies, he'd learned, weren't going to treat him with kid gloves just because he was a first-level Lieutenant. Ate had nearly given him a concussion. Before that, Troy had left him bruised and battered in his first-ever battle. Going toe to toe with a General who obviously wasn't holding back? He could get behind this idea.
But, well, he was still pretty ******** terrified of that spear. So as much as it was nice that she wasn't going to dance around him because of his power level, it was still scary to be going against someone two levels above him with a deadly spear.
"Evening, General," he squeaked, as he moved to follow the trajectory of his weapon and get it back.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 12:56 pm
Painite used her arm to block the ball, just on instinct, before she landed. She looked at Natron with a grin, shaking her head. She should have known that it was just a ball, she had seen him before, she had awakened him. She knew he did not have a dangerous weapon yet but instinct was to defend.
That was a good thing to note, and to capitalize on.
She was glad he was already figuring things like that out, but she could adapt, as well. His weapon, she noticed, had a built in delay. Whether he was chasing after it or banishing it and resummoning it, it would take him a few precious seconds to get it ready for a second throw.
"Evening, Lieutenant," she said, her tone serious. She charged forward and swung her spear at him, swiping with the serious end of it. She did not mind doing damage, because they could just heal it, and she wanted him on his toes and feeling the fear and adrenaline that came from a real fight.
Because it was a real fight.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 8:48 pm
Natron hated the delay that came with his weapon. It was usually in the form of him running at the ball, because desummoning and resummoning was a dangerous energy cost. He was starting to really hope he didn't have another throwing weapon.
He was glad he was already moving, because there was the business end of her spear, and he had to very quickly move backwards, and even though he did, it still grazed his stomach. She really was trying to do him serious damage. He really hoped it was because she thought he could survive.
He wasn't talking anymore. Instead, he shifted his weight to kick at her stomach.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 12:55 pm
Painite noted that a serious air had come over him, which was good for them both. It meant the training session would go as she wanted it to, and they would not lose time having to deal with him goofing off or, worse, not taking her seriously.
Because she was serious.
She watched him as he continued running, following after him. She didn't use her spear this time, instead, she made to kick at his legs. Her advantage was her rank, as much as it was her experience, and she was not going to hold back at all.
Give him the scariest fight he had yet seen, and that would help him realize how hard he had to work. She was helping! If he fell, she would follow up by stabbing down at him.
Because she cared.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 4:59 pm
Natron had probably stopped not taking things seriously about when he had to rip out a Senshi's starseed to protect his girlfriend's identity. Killing someone had put this whole mess in perspective, not to mention that Toutatis had compromised herself because she was trying to protect him.
He didn't want that to happen ever again, and the only way to ensure that was to become a better fighter, which meant taking every bit of training he could get.
When she kicked at his legs, he was already off-balance, so he went down, a pained "oof" passing his lips. It was really quite good fortune that he was already rolling to get back up, because he was having a lot of very close calls with that spear. He used his lower angle to kick at her shins-a slightly childish move but definitely a useful one.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 5:09 pm
General Painite swore when he kicked her in the shin, though it did what he needed it to do. She backed up on instinct and pulled her spear back with her, giving him the chance to get up.
But it wasn't a long chance.
The only thing she was not doing in this fight was teleporting. Even using her spear was a stretch because most White Mooners did not have weapons like that, but she could let that pass. Still, any enemy he faced would not have her ability to teleport so, while a great tactic to get ahead in a fight, it was not a fair one to use in this training exercise.
And anyway, she was having more 'fun' in this brawl style. It was allowing her to take out some of her endless aggression, though the fire burning in her gut would just not abate.
She followed his movements once she had recovered enough, slashing the business end of her spear at his back.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:27 pm
Natron should've known that turning his back to Painite would be a mistake, even just in the process of getting up off the ground.
He didn't move quickly enough to get out of the way, so the spear slashed open a nasty line on his back. s**t, he was going to have a hard time explaining that one to...well...anyone.
But given the chance, he had an idea, and he turned, reaching out to grab her spear. Maybe if he got his hands on it he could at least use it to tug her off balance.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 10:26 am
Painite loved it when they went for her weapon. She grinned at him, nodding approval. There was no time for real praise, as if she spoke she would do so to mock him.
Because that was how 'real' battles worked.
She did think he was fast, though, and he was certainly determined. Two facts that would keep him alive, certainly, in a real brawl. She gripped her staff and pushed against his hold, rather than pulling away, her bright eyes filled with amusement and no small amount of danger.
"Getting scared yet, little boy?" She cooed gently, though her tone was far from warm. She was treating him as she would any senshi target. A play thing, as much as an opponent. But he was proving to be a good one, both ways, and she liked that.
She'd just tell him that later.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 10:40 am
Natron flashed a slight grin back, but there was no time to really soak up her approval because she surprised him by pushing against his grip rather than pulling away.
That was something he hadn't expected (though maybe he should have), but he yanked himself, sticking to his original plan of attempting to unbalance her.
"Not quite," he said, sounding a lot braver than he felt. Truth was, Painite scared him a lot, but he was going to do his best not to show it, because fear was a huge weakness in a real fight. He could be as terrified as he wanted to inside, as long as no one knew about it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 1:47 pm
That was a good lesson to take away, certainly. Fear was a challenge for anyone. Even Painite felt it, but she chose to work with it rather than work against it. She embraced fear, and she became stronger for it. In her book, she would much rather be doling out terror than sitting there shaking.
She took charge of it, and issued it like it was a part of her.
Painite decided that enough was enough for this battle, and made her weapon vanish from between them. When it reappeared she had pulled back her arm for it, catching it lightly in her grip and stabbing the blade forward. She aimed for the younger Nega's midsection.
Nothing vital, probably, though if she had her way it would take more than a little energy to heal it. But what was the point of having the ability to pull starseeds if they didn't learn to use it? And this was a very good reason to do just that, she was sure.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 4:54 pm
Natron was a quick dodge, but not quick enough. The spear caught him in the midsection, plenty enough to make him bleed. He stumbled backwards, eyes slightly wide.
Well, she hadn't gotten anything really vital, and he was still breathing, that was what mattered.
"Can we uh, call it a session?" He asked. Getting stabbed was a little beyond what he'd expected for the evening.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 11:13 am
Painite watched him, smiling at the blood that was making a dark patch in his uniform. She chuckled and nodded her head, leaning languidly on her staff and watching him with a lopsided grin.
"Done already? Just because you've got a little boo boo. Alright, well, I suppose we should get that healed up, don't you think?"
Phase two.
She would take him to pull a starseed, so he could heal that injury she had given him. Or she could make him regret not taking her generous offer, and give him a matching wound on the other side.
It was all fun to her.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 8:34 pm
Natron stared at her, definitely not appreciating the mockery. That was a little more than a boo boo. But he wasn't going to complain to her and be seen as a whiner.
"Get that healed up?" He asked, now confused. Going to a doctor didn't seem like a possibility, all things considered, so she had to mean something else.
Well, this he had to hear.
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