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He knew he needed to do this. He knew that he needed to learn to be able to fight, with only one eye, with a blindside always there, to his right, where anybody could attack him. He knew he needed to relearn how to balance. He knew he needed to retrain his body just to be able to move properly.

He was a hunter, or at least, he was meant to be one. Right now, he didn't feel like much of anything except a mere baby, one that still needed to be taught how to walk, and a long way off from being able to run.

"I wouldn't have asked you if I wasn't sure." He stated, firmly, his lips pursed together, his jaw flexing as he nearly ground his teeth together in frustration. "And you better not ******** hold back either, Darling." He didn't think she would, but just in case.

"When have you ever known me to whine?" He smiled then, his eye narrowed, in a look that didn't match the upturning of his lips. "And if I'm hurting too badly, we'll just have to think of less strenuous activity to do later tonight."

He summoned his weapon, the first time he'd held him since...well, before the whole broadcast of hunter games or whatever the ******** it was being called.

"Ready when you are, Sunshine."

Finn didn't want a nice girl, obviously. He wanted the girl who had kicked every other trainee's a** she had come up against during the tournament, so that he knew how much work he needed to put in to be back up to one hundred percent, even if that was pretty much impossible unless he got himself a new eye. But it wasn't just the eye. His leg and shoulder, his ribs, and his side, were all still either too stiff or too tender depending on the wound, and unused muscles from his stay in the hospital needed to be strengthened again.

This was just the beginning, but that didn't mean it needed to start on the "easy" level.

His teeth suddenly flashed into a large grin, his eye still narrowed and cold. "Atta girl." He spun his weapon up, ready for her to summon her own.

And then she didn't. Instead she came at him with kick, his head needing to turn to keep track of it as she aimed for his right shin. "Fini." His voice was a warning growl as he hopped a step back, unappreciative of her attack using her foot instead of her weapon. If he was going to be using Trynt, he thought it was only fair she used Vashi.

Reaching out, he attempted to catch her arm with a gloved hand to pull her in close, lips hovering just out of reach of her own as his eye narrowed more. "Summon your weapon, darling. I'm sure he's been wanting to take a bite out of me since the first time you met me, anyways." Another smile, this one somehow even colder then the first.

HP: 36
Damage: ha
Fear Charge: 0/3

He supposed he deserved any and all abuse he received after telling her to not hold back, to just lay it on him, and to summon Vashi so that her weapon could get the taste that Finn knew he must want.

Still, he wasn't quite expecting just how hard she could hit! He knew she was strong but this...this was god damn emasculating was what it was. Her weapons blades dug into his shield, tearing across his midsection to his shoulder, over bandaged areas still tender and a little raw. He hissed out with pain, stumbling back, fighting the urge to clutch at the two accosted areas, and fought to keep his balance, going so far as to drive Trynt into the ground just so he had something to hold onto and support him.

"That's.....better." He grinned, refusing to let his anger and frustrations with his own inept self show.

Trynt's silence was noted, a clear sign that the wyvern did not approve of this exercise, not when Finn was not yet healed, having warned him earlier that he would likely just injure himself more by not waiting.

But if one thing was already clear about Finn, it's that he never listened.

Pulling his lance out of the ground, he swung, but his depth perception was way off, and his weapon sliced through nothing but air.

Trynt's growl like huff in his head was all he needed to know that the wyvern was incredibly unimpressed thus far.

HP: 26
Damage: naw

Finn's own teeth were gritted together tight by the time Fini backed off again, the warning note in her tone feeling somewhat degrading, and damn near intolerable when combined with Trynt's judging silence that spoke volumes to how he really felt about all of this.

"What?" His own voice was clipped, short, an anger that he rarely actually showed shining through in that moment. He knew that this was going to be hard. He knew that he couldn't expect to just waltz out onto the training field and be able to do what he used to be able to do.

"It's not like I'm not trying, Darling." He shot back at her, jumping back when she attacked, nearly falling but catching himself after a small stumble, his weapon gripped tight in his gloved hands.

And then he swung back, haphhazardly, angrily, not aiming for any part of her in particular but just wanting to hit something damnit.


HP: 24
Damage: 6
Charge: 1/3

Her anger actually brought a smile to his lips, his own frustration still there, but back to being hidden below the surface, behind icy gazes and false cheerfulness. "Right. Of course, darling." His voice had calmed, and in fact almost seemed to hold just a hint of amusement, just another way to hide how he really felt, though his answer came only after he had swiped at her haphazardly and with no real skill and absolutely no finesse at all.

"Oh really?" He raised eyebrows at her, jumping back as she slashed at him again. "That sounds a bit like a threat, Sunshine, and I have to say, you're quite sexy when you're making threats." Was he trying to throw her off her game? Maybe just a little.

But her advice was sound. Maybe he was just thinking too much about everything. He had handled Trynt many times on the training field, but for some reason the weapon now felt foreign in his hands. It made no sense, really, and he just needed to get it out of his head that only having half the sight he did before made any difference towards what he already knew about wielding his weapon. Instincts, Fini had called it, but maybe it was just as simple as muscle memory.

He gave it a shot. He tried to let go. Tried not to see where he could no longer see. Tried not to focus so hard on keeping his balance and instead just moved. His weapon raised, he tensed his muscles in his legs and arms, and made a movement forward as though to lunge at her, but only took half a step, before he was instead swinging his weapon around, letting it's length do the work for him as he angled it low and aimed it for her legs.

HP: 21
Damage: 8 THAT'S BETTER
Charge: 2/3

His trepidation had somehow seemed to disappear, his instincts perhaps taking over, or maybe Trynt was, silently, guiding him even while continuing to keep his opinions about the matter to himself. Finn needed more time to recuperate and was acting foolishly by pushing himself so soon, or at least, that was what the weapon believed, but that didn't mean he was going to just let him fall on his a** out here. He wanted him to succeed. He wanted him to believe that only having one eye didn't have to be a handicap. So, maybe a few small pushes here and there. Where to move, when to react. It wasn't much but hopefully it would be enough.

Spurned on by his sudden success, Finn couldn't help but feel just a bit of satisfaction at being able to knock Fini down. He didn't really have time to think about whether she might actually be taking things easy on him despite him telling her not to, however, because she was on him again quickly slashing at him with her sais, driving him back, forcing him to keep moving and adapt, to change his stance, change how he held his weapon, to draw it back and shove it out again at her like a pool cue, in an attempt to force her away and create distance between them again. Already, a fine sheen of sweat was covering him, making his clothes stick to his skin, and his ribs ached at every movement, but it was worth it. To be able to prove to himself he wasn't just going to be completely useless now was totally worth it.

HP: 16
Damage: 7

Okay when she decided to poke him in the side rather then stab him, he did have to wonder if she had stopped taking this seriously. Though, to be fair, he had grabbed her a** earlier as well.....

Turning towards her, he whipped a hand out to grab her around the waist, pulling her close to lay a very, very sloppy kiss against her lips before pulling away.

"Break times over. Now ******** hit me."

HP: 15
Damage: oh finn
Charge: 3/3