Weight Training 2

Kaine made his way to one of the numerous arenas within the World Tree settlement. It was left wholly untouched, outside of nature tampering with it. What was once a blood-bath had been neatly covered in new sheets of snow and ice, willing away the carnage that once took place here. He crouches gently, a hand placed over one of the subtle hills in the ground.(6)

 The remnants of Suki and her grave laid here, along with Nadaka. A gentle exhale is given, before turning toward the duo. He'd proceed to stripping his good robes, leaving his lower portions of clothing along his frame. Oddly enough, he didn't possess a single scar along his torso, turning to the duo expectantly. (7)

 "Tell me, how do you two wish to try your hand at training? I was thinking of using weights, myself. I've seen a few people using that training method, and it's improved their abilities quite a bit." He explains, fastening heavy-set weights along his wrists and ankles. (8)

 They force his movement to be notably sluggish, but he had no qualms with the additional burden. Training was a necessity in order to improve his body to the next level. Each opportunity that presented itself needed to be taken, if he was to become a perfect being. If he was going to ascertain strength to rival that of the Gods, themselves. (9)

Kaine would gesture to the weights upon his wrists and ankles, making his way to the edge of the arena. The foot-falls he creates is more pronounced than previously, entrenching himself further into the snow. He would motion to turn westward, crouching partially as he exhales. He notably braces himself, only to glance toward those gathered. (10)

 "Tie the rocks to your wrists and ankles. You'll make the attempt to sprint from one side to the other, as fast as possible." He would begin to demonstrate, darting to and fro with surprising speed. A practiced exercise, though his movements were admittedly sluggish with the addition of weights slowing him. (11)

 He'd complete sets of suicides while he continually trampled through the snow. IT offers resistance, in accompaniment to the already problematic weights . This was surely a task that'd come to be exhausting, but that was the point of it. To push one's body to the limit, and then have that limit itself reset once it was broken past. (12)

 He'd come to a halt after about ten repetitions, frigid air spilling from his mouth. He doesn't appear wholly tired, surprisingly. His reserves of stamina were particularly obscene, and he looks between the duo as he gestures for them to give it their best shot. "You don't have to do as many, but this will work on your leg strength. Don't strain your back, and move with your knees." (13)

studied the individuals he was training, inspecting them intently. His eyebrows furrow together in concentration, attentive to see their progress taking place. Melete was placing forth intense effort, and Suzaku was unsurprisingly well-winded after the first two initial laps. His bared arms fold along one another, surveying their work-out regiment. (14)

 He wouldn't grow lax while overseeing them, however. He practices throwing punches through weighed down movements. The snow beneath him crunches in protest to his strikes, slipping about the area as he focuses his efforts upon improving his body. The air distorts around him with ease, slipping through it with little to no friction. Even while restrained, he commanded the very air they all took in. (15)

 "Keep it up. When you're too tired to proceed, ensure you drink a small amount of water. Don't drink too much, or you'll cramp your stomach up. Suzaku, try not to waste too much energy in your movements. You want to move minimally, for the greatest amount of output." He explains, reciprocating her exaggerated actions. (16)

 Instead, he would pivot to and fro, showcasing what he had meant. The rotation of his body, and even leg raises are done with the mind-set of conserving one's energy. With this method, and perhaps with enough practice, she'd learn how to conserve even greater amounts of stamina, by limiting how much she drained herself. That too, was a trick to expanding one's reserves. (17)

Kaine found the woman's way of speaking to be an oddity, but he had no qualms about her work ethic. She wasn't afraid to show that she was hurting, nor ashamed that she wasn't up to par, just yet. Humility was a rare trait to be witnessed among Demi-gods, and it strikes him as briefly refreshing. Even so, he held his reservations about such people, glancing up to the sky as he exhales gently. He hopes that by allowing these Amazons to be here, that less problems would crop up in Vetur. That the World Tree would be offered some form of protection. (18)

 He rolls his shoulders a few times, only to gesture for Melete to make her way over toward him. "Alright. Next we'll try doing some brief, but intense bouts of hand-to-hand. Give it your best shot, while we're both slowed down." He had no intention of going all-out, but he'd come to match and adapt to her fighting. (19)

 With weights adorning portions of his body, he'd await for the Demi-god to come forth, legs shifting apart as his hands neatly tuck into his sides. Even a simple stance such as this was bearing down upon his form, weighing on his extremities. But that was the purpose of his training, and he sought to spice things up, a bit. (20)

Kaine would allow for her to approach him, maintaining his stalwart form. As the punch sluggishly directs itself toward him, he'd aim to block the strike with his raised arm. The impact would strike home, acquiring an understanding of how fast she struck, and whether she hit especially hard. A proper gauge for attempting to discern her combative abilities, though it's clear she's not trained to fight without weaponry. (21)

 Curious.

 He'd aim to slip back to a degree, snow expelling from his burst of movement. His right foot glides along the surface of the snow, awaiting for her to approach once more. He takes up a similar stance as he done previously, looking upon her with a nod of his head. She spoke in a manner that was familiar to him, for some reason. He struggles to pin down the origin, but he'd worry about it later. "Again." (22)

was admittedly impressed with her willingness to push onward, despite the notion that she was within a realm of discomfort. He could discern from her thrown punch that it wasn't a practiced strike. Whether that was due to sheer inexperience, or due to her preference in fighting was still up for debate, however. Even so, she was adapting quickly to the notion of combat, and a gentle smile steadily began to form all the while. (23)

 He had distinct distaste for Demi-gods, and even came to loathe the majority of them in Vetur. Even so, he's come to rescue them from the clutches of death several times over. Even then, he's ensured the survival of the very same men that had left him without a singular friend or loved one left. But akin to a tree being struck down, the opportunity to have everything regrow was still set in place. The kick that's directed toward his leg is met with one of his own, though his own movements were sluggish and unwieldy. (24)

 His balance is momentarily disrupted, despite being a practice fighter when it came to kick-boxing. He stumbles momentarily, perhaps exposing his guard further as he briefly stumbles backward. His eyes widen as the burdensome weight placed upon his arms and legs was sobering, to say the least. They disorient his initial sense of inertia, and his eyes flit to his opponent as he skids back. The question was, what would her next attack be? (25)

had not anticipated the blunder that had taken place, and it was evident in his widening eyes. The weights themselves had done enough work to disrupt his balance, and the additional assault upon him does well to seal the deal. He would motion to tumble downward, moments from impacting the snow head-first. Rather than taking a nasty spill, however, his left hand shot downward in his stead. An open palm impacts the snowy terrain, while he contorts his body in order to delve into a hand-stand. (26)

 Muscles ripple in preparation, beads of sweat accumulating along his brow all the while. His right leg shoots out at a naturally lowered speed, aiming to impact Melete's gut area. The addition of weights placed a bit of impact to the strike itself, but she'd be allotted ample opportunity to contend with being on the defensive. It was time to shift gears, and he'd force himself up as he would aim to use the point of contact as a spring-board, of sorts. (27)

 Shifting into a full on stand, a left hook is launched toward the woman's jaw. Once more, his speed is reduced, and the impact itself was lowered to a manageable level. Despite this, if she grew lax or allowed her concentration to slip, she'd be faced with pain in the near future. Rather than speaking outright, he allows his body to do the talking for him. She was growing steadily, and he'd ensure that her infantile stages were carefully nurtured. She'd be made into a warrior, given enough time. (28)

Kaine had braced himself as he witnessed Melete taking the blow, making preparations for her assault. His arms spread wide, digging his heels into the ground as his muscles tense readily. The moment of impact was upon them, a hint of madness in his gaze as the woman prepares to cross the threshold and collide into him. That is, until the moment in which she collapses into the snow, much like a rag-doll. (29)

 He's momentarily stunned, before blinking as he crouches beside her. Even his own breathing was a bit laboured from the effort, though his stamina easily outweighed anyone in Vetur's, save perhaps Mathias and Hafgrim. He would flip her over idly, inspecting her form with furrowed eyebrows. Fortunately, she was just out cold, rather than anything serious. He sighs gently, but would motion to remove her from the arena. He'd leave her slumped against the nearby tree, likely to remain undisturbed for the time being. With that done, he'd seek to clean himself up, or continue his training.

 He's still weighing his options. (30)