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Given the goings on lately, Leucite was by his own admittance in a mood. He was having to deal with potential corrupt insurrection via Amphitrite, his body had finally recovered from an injury that had left him weaker than he would have liked, and to top it all off his new puppy was becoming quite the monster to train. Really, that was the most galling thing. He'd grown up around dogs, had even seen their training first hand! This shouldn't be this hard! He knew he was probably going to return home to a torn up yard though, no amounts of runs or walks seemed to tired the pup out.

Still, he had asked for the pup personally, so it was his responsibility to raise it and care for it. This fact did not help his mood however.

As such, he did not do anything to hide his location to others as he stood atop the building near the denser part of downtown. Let them come and fight him. He would take on any challenger that dare face him tonight.

Order, drug dealer - it didn't matter to him. He was in a sour mood and he was going to work it out one way or another.

He'd felt the other Chaos signature once it came into range, and when he realized it was heading his way, he had waited. Leucite was not one to turn down company - especially of another member of their organization. So when the the Lieutenant landed, Leucite waited to hear him speak.

Then, with crisp right face, he turned on his heel to face the other male. Looking at the other male, he kept both hands behind his back, his stance shifting naturally into parade rest. His eyes ran over the figure slowly, before a slow girn settled on his lips.

"Oh, Lt. Prehnite, you have a favor to ask of me?" The captain watched the lieutenant for a moment more before continuing. "What is it that Captain Lecuite can do for you?"

"First off, I won't teach you to spar." Leucite said with a small amount of chiding in his tone. "Sparring won't win us this war. If you're not ready to kill, then I won't be of much help to you." He looked the lieutenant over slowly. "Are you willing to kill, Prehnite?"

His stance changed then, moving out of parade rest and quickly closing the space between them. Not via teleportation, but just moving at a quick clip across the rooftop to get within touching distance. Leucite got right in Prehnite's face then, using the whole of his 6'2", 210lb body to his advantage.

"But of course you're ready to kill aren't you, son? You're a Negaverse Officer, that's our bread and butter. We can rip the soul out of someone if we want to. We are righteous bringers of death. God's chosen reapers made flesh."

His hand moved to Prehnite's chest then, hovering over it with a very, very curious gleam in his eye. "Do you remember what it felt like when you joined up? The rush and pain of the power you were given? Do you, Prehnite?"

Palm rested lightly on the other man's chest as he continued. "Because I remember mine... It was a glorious moment. Have you killed someone yet, Prehnite? Have you claimed a starseed?"

The hand came off of Prehnite's chest and Leucite took a small step back. Still very much in the Lieutenant's space, but not so imposingly now. Keeping his gaze on the other man's face, Leucite nodded. "That will change." He said expectantly. "If you want me to teach you to fight, then you will learn everything I have to offer. Do you understand?"

This was no mere lesson that Leucite offered, but an apprenticeship of sorts. "You will come when I call, you will swear your loyalty to me. You will not question my orders - ever - is that clear?"

If he found these terms agreeable, then Leucite had no qualms in teaching him everything he knew. How to hurt, how to grapple. How to throw a person off their feet and beat them into the ground.

"That means both on and off-duty do you understand? Your training extends beyond just the uniform. You must strengthen your own body as well as your skills."

"Good, that's what I like to hear." Leucite said with a small smile nodding his head slowly. "Now then, I suppose the best way to figure out where to be begin, is to see what your current level of skill is."

Leucite took a few more steps back, then slid into a fluid ready stance. Right foot and right fist forward, left foot behind, body slightly turned with left arm up to block.

"I want you to attack me with everything you have. Do not hold back. I want you to try and defeat me." Leucite continued.

"If I think you are holding back on me, I will smear you into paste, understand? Good. Now, hit me."

Leucite's eyes followed Prehnite's movements, watching the shift in weight as he moved, the trowel come into play. Even as the other male charged Leucite moved, stepping quickly to the left, then back to the right, bouncing from foot to foot before quickly snapping out a strong sidekick with his left leg as Prehnite got into range.

The toe of his boot was aimed directly for the other male's hip. Leucite was using his own upgraded speed and strength advantage for one. He was not the kind to teleport too much in combat either - unless it was tactically necessary. He also did not summon his weapon or call Iudicael into play either, both would have been more than enough to turn the tide in that moment.

But that was not the purpose of this venture. Could Prehnite hold his own against Leucite - a rank higher and unarmed. Could Prehnite actually cause him pain? This was what Leucite was looking for. His intent wasn't even to dodge the incoming attacks - but to cancel them outright with his own kick. Knock the other man off balance and then press his own attack.

It was just like being in the ring. You had to keep the momentum going.

Leucite moved forward, even as the other male hissed and reestablished himself, he was taking steps toward him, and fists started to fly as he got within range. They were all quick jabs, three of them, to various spots on the torso. It would provide Prehnite with an opening though, as Leucite was not focusing on defense as he pushed his momentum. Right, followed by left, then right again. He did not pull his punches either, using his full force and speed to follow through with each blow.

He kept his weight on the balls of his feet, ready to stick and move as needed. Though if he could, he wanted to get in a bit closer and grab the Lieutenant. The question was would Prehnite let him get in that close and if he did - did he know how much pain he would be in afterward?

Leucite was smiling though, even if his eyes said he had every intention of killing the lieutenant.

Leucite wasn't quite sure what Prehnite was planning when he stepped to the right, and had been gearing up to push the momentum he had gained when the other male suddenly thrust the trowel forward at his face. Having already committed to forward motion, Leucite was forced to jerk his head to the side, but the still caught the blade of the trowel along his jaw.

Instead of pressing the attack, however, he quickly leapt back, reaching up to rub the quickly growing welt along the side of his face. Turning to face Prehnite he grinned.

"Good job."