Forging the Body

The drakan would be making her way back from the settlement known as Sunflower. It was a nice place, where she managed to meet some nice people. However, others thought she was a menace and danger or was just outright far too scared to be around the woman. She wasn't all that intimidating right? Well perhaps she will find out the next time she enters battle. For now, she would traverse the Marshlands and into the Trystle Caves and back into the praire making headway over to The Golden Voluminous Headquarters.

Moving to find a seat, she placed herself right up against the metal fence allowing her body to comfortably slide down until the ground was graciously met. Her body sprawled out, all the while thinking back to that conversation laughing somewhat. She will have one heck of a story to tell her student! As a matter of fact, she might get up and go find Bevolt right now! Riiight after she gets a moment to sit down. Lazy. .
(Sitria)
Bevolt spent her time outside of the Headquarters, practicing with her axe as instructed by her teacher, swinging it repeteadly for hours while wearing her heavy armor, practicing each move over and over again without signs of deciding to stop even after appearing exhusted. Her eyes remained locked at one spot in the praries jsut as she kept going, mumbling something under her breath.
(Bevolt)
As she sat outside leaning comfortably beside the fence, her eyes would begin to wonder off. Scanning just about everywhere, far into the distance and beyond that. It felt like she could see everything but her student right there practicing her swings. Wait, she was practicing her swings? What a good student she was! Alas, it was time for the two of them to practice and there was no problem on that one!

Standing up, the drakanite would approach now overlooking Bevolt's visage. A smile was given to the young Bevolt as she now spoke. "You know the settlement Sunflower correct? I went there to see what it was like and I happened to find some of your family there. I met your sister Lilybeth, the one who was missing an arm? It was hilarious, she was so scared and I didn't even have to do anything. I pointed at her and she flinched. A bit of a wuss but she warned me to make sure you're being treated correctly n' stuff like that..ha!

A few steps were taken backward as she now began to prepare herself for a training session. However, such wouldn't begin until Bevolt's reply.
(Sitria)
Bevolt kept practicing until Sitira appeared, with her arms slowly lowering, still holding her weapon in both of her hands just as she stared at her teacher while panting quietly, She listened to her drakanite mentor with a smirk before deciding to giggle and soon nod faintly, her twin brother was indeed scarity cat at times but he was also brave, his missing arm was proof of his courage at times when others would run. Soon she exhaled loudly and responde dto her teacher with a smirk.

 My twin is a bit of a shy and easily to scare but hes brave, he lost his arm for me so I won't dare to disrespect him...we fought vamprie together and he lost the arm by jumping to stop the killing blow aimed at me. That is why I train, to become strong enough to kill vampires, to protect him." she replied with clearly determinated voice.
(Bevolt)
And so the older female would believe and listen to Bevolt's words hearing about her student's brother. Wait, he was a guy? Well that wasn't expected since his appearance is similar to that of a female's. Anywho that didn't matter to her all that much. She was told how they fought vampires together and that her sibling had taken the killing blow thus causing him to lose an arm. Indeed he was brave and such an act showed that. Once prepared for a training session, the woman began to speak.

"As family should! Blood is thicker than water y'know? I'll make you strong. .keep it between you and me but I'll make you a vampire, occultic and demon slaying machine! After I've taught you all that I know I can point you in the direction of another who can teach you holy power if thats what you want. Anyways, let's hop straight into our next step in training. Now that you've practice most of your swings, chops, stabs and so on. You're going to use what you practiced against me in a one on one sparring session. There will be no blood drawn! Not a single drop! I will only use my blade, nothing else. Use your full strength when going against me. Try to deal as much damage to me as possible before I bring you down. Do you understand?

The female would go to pause before speaking once more. Hoping that these words will be embeded in her brain. "No matter the situation you're in. .fight as if you're already dead. The enemy will be fighting the same way. You will need to learn how to read your opponent's movements and attacks and be able to counter such and do whatever is nessecary to stand victorious. I want you to apply such skills and mentality toward this fight and forever more. .once more. .Do you understand?
(Sitria)
Bevolt smiled towards Sitira upon hearing her response, nodding firmly before turning her axe for the blade to remain at the back trying to prove that she understood just as she inhaled deeply through her nose and narrowed her eyes towards Sitira, smirking and nodding.

 "Got it miss and I cannot wait...I am thankful you took me as your student I promise I will not fail you!" she replied before exhaling loudly. Think as if the fight was supposed to be her last one, similarly to one against the vampire, the speed, pain and the immiedete feel of dread and approaching end, rememrbing the feeling with her expression becomign colder, serious, something that shouldn't ever appear on childs face.

After a moment of hesitation the young pureblood nodded towards her teacher, indciating that she understood her well.
(Bevolt)
A firm grasp around the hilt of her blade was made, reaching around to her back and pulling and tugging gently. The strap which had held it in place fell to the ground as the weapon was now hoisted over her shoulder. Now letting it fall to the ground, before lifting it up and having it held and pointed in the direction that Bevolt had stood. Not much was done in preperation for combat. Her intention was going to be using every technique and skill and showing her how it was done in combat and eventually have her become a 'professional' in such arts. A smile was made at the thought of such an idea.

A nod was given in return, aware that her student understood what needed to be done and that there was no hopes of letting her down. "Good, you better not. .or else~. Serious, yet in a joking manner. Upon seeing Bevolt have an expression which seemed to be dead cold, and serious. This was good. Sitria had endeavors of turning this one into a occult killing machine!

A defensive stance was taken, aware that Bevolt was using an axe. An aggressor's weapon. Before they started, Sitria spoke. "Be sure to read your opponent's movements, swings and sways, what they do with their weapon. Carefully examine the enemies's every movement and strike and determine what will come next and what they have to use to their advantage. . .

Begin. ."
(Sitria)
Bevolt remained in place while staring at her mentor, inhaling deeply before going through instructions Sitira gave her, with her own eyes locking on her mentor, observing her briefly before deciding to analyze her stance and lower herself to her own one, rather childish and unbalanced in comparison to the older drakanites one.

She knew that she wouldn't match her teacher in any terms, though still desired to attempt and fight Sitira with all she had, for sake of learning how to imporve from mimicing her mentor and from her own mistakes. She desired to become atuned to pain, learn how to live and fight with it being present, to stand longer in the field.

Without sign of hesitation she brought her axe to her side before exhaling loudly and dashing forth, her wings folded and her entire body shifted forth, prepared to strike her teacher with her blows and magic without signs of staggering, determined to push herself beyond her own limits.
(Bevolt)
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Upon Bevolt making a swift dash toward her, the drakanite swiftly took to defensive action and brought her blade immediately upward upon contact with each other's weapons. Bevolt's weapon was deflected just as she turned around to let the flat side of her blade come in contact with her armor with a loud clang following suit.

"Bevolt, remember! Block, twist your blade and shove away!

Such a blocking technique displayed to Bevolt in attempts to embed it into her mind and remember such for whenever combat comes abroad. Magic was cast all about, Bevolt's anyways. The drakanite did all in her power to keep and stay distant from it but it eventually caught up to her anyways. Some of it hindering her movement and strategically placed for the outcome to resolve in Bevolt's favor.

Alas, the drakanite was far to swift and was able to defend herself. For a few moments longer the two of them clashed blades before she began to speak whilst striking at each other. "You must. .glide the blade. .connect with the hilt. .AND Sitria had done just that, gliding her weapon to the hilt of Bevolt's weapon and immediately pushing downward with great force causing the weapon to fall out of her hands. Finishing.

"bring it down with great force. .assuring the enemy's hand is sliced and unable to pick it up. Though in this case I knocked it out of your hand with sheer force. Pick it back up and prepare for another go. I've still got mroe to demonstrate for you. . The gap was created, awaiting Bevolt's preperation.

"Begin when ready. ."
(Sitria)
With her mentor defeating her with ease the young drakanite groaned loudly as she analzyed the mistakes she did, remebering everythin that Sitira told her as they fought, groaning as she tightened the grip around the handle of her axe, soon getting up to her feet as she inhaled deeply, trying to ignore the pain before lowering herself to a stance once more.

Her eyes narrowed with her expression becoming colder once more, she didn't dash this time, instead she observed her teacher in silence before deciding to pick a right opening and run at the older drakanite with her weapon swinging laready, prepared to try and hit her without being caught by her block this time.

She growled loudly as she prepared to spit her poison at her mentor while the dull side of her axe flew straight at her side, prepared to block or try and dodge any attack Sitira would have thrown at her in return.
(Bevolt)
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"I hope you're paying attention well and listening to my words carefully. . It was obvious to her that she was ignoring some of the pain that was experienced. That was good. It was a perfect skill and trait to have when in combat. Before intially starting, the drakan would try to pass more words of wisdom. "Pain. .can be your friend. It lets you know that you're still alive and have not faltered to the enemy. .however you must stay focused and remain calm. Control the outcome of the fight where possible.

Now the two of them began, Sitria anticipated her dashing forward but instead she did not. Bevolt waited for an opening which was a smart thing to do on her part. The flat side of the axe drove into her armor and coming in contact with her side. This caused her to stagger a bit but seemed completely unfazed having truly felt 'no pain' from such an attack. Sitria has experienced far worse. Upon Bevolt taking swift retreat in order to dodge, the drakanite was going to unleash a barrage of assaults on her now shifting her defensive position to being the aggressor.

One massive cleave, the reach of such an attack extended far outwards striking at the young one's armor and perhaps chipping a small bit of it. Accidental but still they continued, assuming that Bevolt would ignore the pain. Sitria tried to dash and evade, moving all around her attempting to strike from all sides. Bevolt had done a good job defending herself but eventually would become overwhelmed from the numerous strikes given.

Bevolt would move to stab, with the dull side of her axe yet it was defelcted in the opposite direction. "Typically when you see a stab, don't be frightened. To defend yourself from such a fatal strike is deflect the blade and smack it out of course. In other words, make it go in the opposing direction. Now your enemy will most likely be putting everything into such a strike, so smack it away with great force. .

Now the two of them resumed, further clashing blades with each other before performing another disarm. Smashing the weapon out of Bevolt's hands. "Pick up your weapon again. I've got some more to demonstrate to you. ."
(Sitria)
Sitria groaned loudly as she found herself on the ground once more, holding her side from the pain, taking a moment before getting up to her feet with somewhat wobbly manner, her legs trembled and her face appeared to be twisted in pain, she found it hard to focus. With clear struggle she moved towards her axe before deciding to face Sitira and soon lowering herself to her stance once more.

Similarly as before she analyzed each word and mvoe the older drakantie shared with her, groaning quietly while trying to take time to catch her breath and use some of her nature magic to ease her own pain, at least a little, she went through each strike and block they received and returned, constantly thinking of what she did wrong and how she could imporve, aim her strike differently to her advantage.

There was a lot to learn from each fight and the practice was still appearing to be far from over which actually made Bevolt glad that she was going to learn a lot from Sitira and perhaps even become what she desired to become in future, for that she had to train her body and such painful training was perfect opportunity for the young pureblood.
(Bevolt)

It was obvious to her that Bevolt felt pain. It was shown upon her expression, and her legs trembled. Another telltale sign that she was growing near exhausted and the pain started to become too much for her. It was good to see her fighting with every last ounce of strength! A smirk formed over her face as she now brought her weapon up awaiting for Bevolt to strike at her again.

She could see Bevolt's eyes overlooking her stature, preparing to anticipate her moves once more. Nature magic was used to her advantage to ease some of the pain felt and to possibly heal some as well. The both of them went at it again, Sitria having eased up on some of her strikes. Aware that she is only a child and is becoming exhausted from prolonged battles.

Swiftly, the drakanite knocked her weapon away and smashed Bevolts right leg causing her to slow in speed. Great force wasn't used, only enough for her to slow her movement from the pain. Upon counter-attacking, the drakan stomped her foot and shoved her away with one arm then brought the flat side of her weapon down ontop of her shoulder before making her falter to the ground.

"When I struck your leg, I did so because I knew it would slow you do. Directly behind or on top of the knee is good, alongside the thigh because there is muscle there. You'll damage it and make it painful for them to move. Then when I counter-attacked you. I made you recoil in pain, be shoved and pushed about. Its effective, fight for an opening if you have too. .that will be all for now. Rest up and get your energy and strength back. We will be practicing with Mana Control and Manipulation eventually. ."

A hand would be extended to Bevolt to help her stand back up. A simple pull was all it took and Bevolt would be on her feet.
(Sitria)
Bevolt rested on the ground, defeated and sore from the practice, her entire body aching from the bruishes, feeling compeletly drained, covered in her own sweat. Her eyes barelly remained open as she stared at the sky, partly fiighting the desire to pass out while from another she attempted to analyze the fight.

She giggled faintly before finally deciding to close her eyes and exhale loudly, feeling the pain and actuating herself to it, adapting to the feeling before finally deciding to inhale deeply before finally responding with exhusted tone.
 "I...want to practice more...I lost and it h-hurts a lot...but I learned m-more f-from it...s-so did my body. S-So please c-can we s-spar more often, Sitira?" she asked while mumbling quietly, clearly trying to avoid sounding weak, despite her body clearly not being able to move at all.
(Bevolt)
This, would mark the end of their training session. Seeing that Bevolt was on the ground, more than positive that there were numerous bruises all across her stature. No real harm was brought upon her so that much was good. What would call this training session successful is if Bevolt herself had learned quite a bit. She spoke and the drakanite listened attentively. At a gradual pace, a smile formed on her face upon the question being asked.

"Of course you can. If anything I would gladly accept the spar. Thats if I'm not injured or anything. I tend to get hurt quite a bit. I will warn you now. As we progress with training and I've noticed an increase of strength and skill in combat I will make everything much more difficult for you. The training that lies ahead is very challenging. Especially with Giant Form Technique. That will be the hardest to master. .you're not quite ready yet for Giant Form. .or at least to attempt executing it.

A sigh would be stifled as she fell silent for a few moments. Allowing Bevolt to respond before resuming. "For now, lets have you get some rest. We will continue another time, when you're more able. .you've done me good today. .
(Sitria)
Bevolt exhaled and giggled once more before rising one of her arms up to cheer before dropping it in exhusted manner, resting and recovering from the practice, enjoying the breeze while regaining energy before deciding either to head back or to resume her training.

 "Will do Sitira, thank you for training me...my entire body aches but...I feel like it will be useful for me to get stronger and perhaps start getting closer to my goal." she mumbled out with a smirk.
(Bevolt)