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Statistics

Name: Lithian
Stage: Adept
Clan: Peisio
Level: 79

Stats:

INT - 134
ATK - 60
DEF - 60

LP - 545
ENG - 545


Inventory:

Kiandri Dragon Orb x 15
Firani Dragon Orb x 10
Peisio Dragon Orb x 9
Aiskala Dragon Orb x 1
Diabli Dragon Orb x 20
Brow Spikes x 6
Song of Ice x 4
Icy Treasure Map

Statistics

Name: Kilian
Stage: Expert
Level: 64

Stats:

INT - 70
ATK - 80
DEF - 80

LP - 465
ENG - 465


Inventory:

Ysali Dragon Orb x 4
Ayrala Dragon Orb x 8
Kiandri Dragon Orb x 1
Firani Dragon Orb x 4
Peisio Dragon Orb x 4
Aiskala Dragon Orb x 4
Gaili Dragon Orb x 3
Aeduan Dragon Orb x 2
Diabli Dragon Orb x 2
Ayrala Dragon Tear x1
Diabi Dragon Tear x1
Potion of Strength x1
Healing Potion x12
Elixir x1
Energizing Potion x1
Shield of the Ancients
Moonstone x 6
Song of Stone x1

Lithian blinked at the ‘no physical weapons’ command, watching Kilian set his blades aside and wondering if that meant he ought to leave water out of it. It was his weapon, after all, and physical, in a sense. It could certainly hurt as much as any blade. Without his magic, though, he was relatively defenseless — awful and inexperienced at hand-to-hand combat even with weapons, let alone without — but when Kilian swept in, Lithian darted back instinctively. In his distraction, though, Kilian’s foot caught him at the last second, and he stumbled, flushing and letting out a startled yelp even as he tumbled onto his arse.

Cheeks burning, he scrambled back, righting himself and dusting off the sand and dirt. Whenever he spent much time around Kilian, Lith was always reminded of how much Casseth took after his father. Both in build and attitude, not to mention voice and face. Kilian was more docile and serious, certainly, but the likeness still brought warmth to the tips of his ears, and it didn’t help to be knocked on his rear in front of him.

Clearing his throat, he nodded. “Yes, sir.” And — still not sure if Kilian even wanted him using his magic — Lithian attempted a clumsy physical attack, sweeping in to strike at Kilian with his open palm.

The blush already in place on Lith’s cheeks burned hotter still, crawling up to his eartips at the commentary. He knew he was sloppy at physical maneuvers, but it still embarrassed him somehow to hear it. It wasn’t what he practiced, wasn’t what he was good at, and wasn’t what he ever used. But somehow, still, it made him feel second rate, that he had never worked on such things. Or, rather, that he had never perfected them, since he had tried in the past, it had just never been his strong point. Perhaps it wouldn’t have mattered so much, if it weren’t Casseth’s father. Kilian had always intimidated him, from that first day in the cave on Aisko onward, and though he knew, now, that Kilian would never hurt him, Lithian always felt he needed to prove his worth somehow, to the other man. Show that he was enough for his son.

Even if his son was entirely out of the question.

Thus, the invitation to use his water was highly welcome, and Lithian whipped it out with ease, drawing it into two even lines at his sides and then settling his stance with it behind him. “I can’t do all that much without a river, sir…but I am much more comfortable with it.” As he said it, Lith snapped forward, cracking his water out like two snakes and flicking his wrists up, fingers splayed with the intention of at least getting Kilian damp if nothing else, though he didn’t genuinely want to hurt the man.

Lithian blinked, and then jerked back at the attack of Kilian’s tail, flicking his hands up and protecting his side with an effective barrier of liquid water on instinct. “I don’t…actually want to hurt you,” he blurted, and then flushed, flustered as he moved back and let his water drop back into a stagnant, hovering sphere beside him. “Not that I think you couldn’t defend against it, I just thought…you know, you said we wouldn’t hurt each other, and you’re far better in general at controlling the strength of your attacks — not that I think mine are especially powerful! I just…wouldn’t want to accidentally do anything that you didn’t anticipate or…”

Lithian winced, fully aware he was likely making a fool of himself before he huffed. Concentrate. Kilian was an experienced warrior. He could take it. Just try a little more. He could handle that, right? He still held back, of course. His soul would never be in it when fighting Casseth’s father unless the man was outright attacking him, but he did manage to summon a slightly more powerful spell, flicking his fingers out, then pinching and driving forward, palms out. The water under his control moved like a small tidal wave in midair. Weightless, but rushing towards Kilian under the pulse of Lithian’s current.

If this at least hit the man, Lithian would be satisfied in not having completely embarrassed himself.

Lithian blinked, and then flushed at the praise, privately beaming. It hardly compared to what he could do when he had a proper body of water to work with, but at least it was more impressive than a sloppy palm strike. When Kilian swept in again, though, Lith felt his pulse momentarily stop up in his throat, the whole of his body cast under the shadow of Kilian’s wings. And, of course, as the dust stirred up around him and he moved to cover his eyes and stumble back, that was the moment Cas arrived home.

Just in time to watch Lith fall on his a**. Distracted. Again. He winced — mostly in embarrassment for himself — cheeks burning, but Casseth seemed only to find it genially amusing, and Kilian helped him up without a word. At least Cas’ arrival seemed to spell the end of the short-lived sparring session, and while Lithian was happy for the aid in his training, he couldn’t help but feel grateful to be ‘robbed’ of the opportunity to embarrass himself even more in front of Casseth’s father.