Finishing Steps

Bevolt's arms wrapping around Sitria only made her feel that much more loved and appreciated, and knowing that she was going to have the opportunity of raising a child with Arcelious only made everything in her life appear that much more brighter even if the world is crawling into a deep pit of darkness. Then again, there was also that fear of anything happening to Bevolt, if she were to die or any harm be brought upon her, Sitria would change entirely.

After Bevolt spoke, Sitria gently carressed her cheek before resuming. "Oh don't you worry about Arcelious, you just leave that up to me. I'll make sure that he agrees with me. .and if he doesn't I'll make him agree. By force. Anyways, yeah we have to wait and make sure he agrees with this. .in the mean time. . She would reach for all of her training equipment and turn to face Bevolt.

"Spar?"
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
Bevolt smiled upon hearing Sitiras response, giggling and nodding in response before letting her go and allowing her to gra her own equipment, observing her in silence while clearly playing with her own hands just as her heart beated like crazy. With her birth mother gone due to her mental illness and sudden dissapearance she was alone, without any kind of support, resultig with her mind slowly ending up affcted by it.

With Sitiras decision to accept her into family she believed that her own mind could eventually settle down and allow her to remain sane while also becoming stronger.  "Yes, please lets go, I cannot wait to train, even if it means more broken bones, I don't mind it!" Bevolt giggled in response to Sitiras offer spar.
(Bevolt)
With the offer for sparring being accepted, the drakan took a few steps backward all the while beginning to equip all of her heavy pieces of armor in preperation. Then again, Sitria felt very uncomfortable bringing harm upon Bevolt. The last time they sparred and Sitria nearly broke more than one bone, she came to a halt. However it was the same way she learned to deal with pain, and how it made her a better fighter.

Heaving a massive shield over one of her arms, it was able to be swung around like a child's toy. An incandescent glow of bright orange burning flames formed around her as mana was poured into her body. A strange sight to see one's arm strength and physical size increase. A firm grasp around her blade as her eyes focused onto Bevolt, planning on where to strike to avoid causing any harm. Before she even swings her blade, the dull side will be used of course.

Once ready to begin, Sitria spoke. "Uh, I wanna try and avoid breaking bones seeing as its a. .very painful thing and I don't wanna hurt you too much. .if you're okay with it and agree to me using heavy strikes then I'll do so. .if you wanna anyways. ."
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
Bevolt smirked towards Sitira before deciding to draw her, now as she would allow it to be seen, much heavier looking axe into her left hand, resting the blunt side agaisnt her shoulder while right hand moved a little as the girl moved towards forming an earth tower shield. With both of her hands occupited the rocks and pebbles began to rise up before moving to cover her face up until they tightened and formed an odd looking mask in shape of wolfs head.

Once prepared she exhaled loudly and rolled her shoulders just as her wings flapped in swift manner with her body lowering itself towards style that Sitira wouldn't expect Bevolt to know or use. It would prove that even if still weaker than her mentor the girl was learning fast, driven to catch up to Sitira, desiring to help her in the future.

 "Well I don't mind you hitting hard, so go as far as you want, I won't complain...I want to get stronger and if it means being beaten up by you over and over again then so be it!" she exclaimed from behind of her mask just before taking in a deep breath and slowly awaitng for their match to start.
(Bevolt)

It grew difficult to stand against her hopefully 'soon to be daughter'. Plenty of earthen and nature magic was used to her advantage to provide any advantage to battle possible. Twas indeed a smart thing for her to do! Advice she remembered giving Bevolt when the two of them first started teaching! A smile formed over her visage as she lunged forward swinging heavy with both of her shield and blade. Constantly crashing it up against Bevolt's. It was evident that she indeed has grown better and has more experience in combat. Getting close to being on par, however Sitria would deny such from occuring.

Some effort was finally being put behind her strikes as she now began to overwhelm the young pureblood, delievering constant strikes, and parries where need be. After swung a few times and managed to deliever one harsh strike to the core, it would without a doubt send the young drakan off balance as she now moved forward to bring her down, a bash with the shield and she would hit the ground, perhaps even skidding across it.

Examining herself, Sitria could notice that there were quite a few hits placed in. She managed to last even longer than the time before. A smirk formed over her expression as she now continued to speak. "You've gotten better in battle! I see you've used some of the advice I gave you, and got better with that weapon of yours. .keep at it. .if you can stand then fight, don't want to be wasted space on the battlefield do we? Sitria laughed at her own words, perhaps provide Bevolt some motivation and a greater will to fight. Standing backward, the flames about her grew more in temperature. A defensive stance was made awaiting for Bevolt to strike.
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
Her own body moved as if driven by unknown force, one she didn't recognize and yet welcomed, seeing how each move appeared filled with power, even if slower in comparison to how she used to be before a small trade off in exchange for each blow she sent against her mentor, cracing and tearing ground with each strike of her axes dull side.

In combination with her earth and nature control the pureblood effectively slowed and held off against her mentors strikes while returning her own ones, growing and groaning with each one, feeling the strain and energy passing through her joints. Along with her combat style she managed to land few hits against her mentor before ending up pushed back by powerful shield bash that forced her to stagger backwards. With her mask cracking and falling apart,the pureblood smirked widely before taking a deep breath as she dug her feet into the ground.

Sitira could feel it, similar as before her student was about to enter the giant form, with loud, power filled roar escaping the girls lungs as her body suddenly began to bulge outwards, expanding in size until she ended up standint at 15 feet in height. Similarly as before, her transformation had signs of few imperfections, though this time not as severe ones as previously, in addition she appeared to be bigger than before, clearing how much she began to push herself with her practice in recent months.

"I can keep going, I am still full of energy, I cannot explain it but I feel like I can take on more than before." the girl smirked towards possibly new mother before lowering herself once more to similar stance as before, inhaling deeply before preparing for another round.
(Bevolt)

Once knocked her student over, in awe she watched as her size ended up expanding rapidly in size, her body, muscles, everything had grown nearly double her normal height. Sitria was staring at the semi-giant of a student, unfazed. There was still some flaws within the technique she yet had to master but then again she managed to pull it off, showing that she was able to undergo the transformation but failed to reach the goal. It didn't matter much, that just meant more practice.

The immense mana and energy used, Sitria could both see and feel. A nod given to Bevolt hearing that she could keep going. It was obvious to her that she practiced with her mana, knowing that she is still full of it. Upon the two of them clashing, Sitria was pushed back quite a bit from the strength that came from her student, however more mana would be conjured to provide an advantageous outcome for her. Even more power was put behind her strikes as she now was combating her student, whilst maintaining the more underdeveloped technique of Giant Form.

Sitria was constantly hopping around the battlefield with her peg-leg, shifting nearly a million times over and leaping out of harms way, staying on her feet while her student managed to use some of her magic to hinder Sitria's speed and strike at her. In retaliation Sitria used flames to help burn away at the nature magic and truck through the earthen defenses and leap forward to smash Bevolt square in the chest. The dull side of her weapon was also swung, colliding with her chest as well, pushing Bevolt down to the ground.

A few steps were taken backward, now staring at Bevolt awaiting for her to stand back up, all the while speaking. "Very good! You managed to perform the more, underdeveloped version of it but you got the concept! However, you need to work more on your mana control and provide a more steady and bountiful flow of it and you will be able to pull it off with ease. As I said in the past, time and time again. .this isn't easy and nor is maintaining the technique. .stand up and continue. ."
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
Similarly as before the semi-giant drakantie striked her mentor over and over again, every now and then either blocking or doding the strikes before returning them. Her form wasn't perfect and the flaw left her staggering, though even with it she kept on fighting, taking the blows, often directly withist growling loudly, yet not flinching despite the mind numbing pain Sitira delivered to her.

Unyeling the girl pushed forth, using entire arsenal she had, from melee strikes, to venom, nature and earth, slowing and staggering her mentor until she found herself in a losing position once more, more experienced drakanite avoided her earth magic and burn through her nature one, only to force her to the ground with two powerful blows to the chest, leaving her breathless and clearly disorientated.

She required a good moment to regain her footing and senses before being able to get back to her feet, groaning and clearly wobbling, giving a hint of how she approached her own limit. Yet even with it, she returned to her stance before inhaling deeply and responding to her mentor. "Aye aye ma'am. I can go again, though I won't lie...I think my chestpiece is dented from the blows." Bevolt explained before giggling faintly and preparing to face Sitira once more.
(Bevolt)


Rolo Venus: <*Watches fight*>
No matter the constant blows returned and given to her, Sitria managed to persevere through all of the attacks and the endless onslaught given to her by Bevolt. To begin with Sitria knew there was no winning chance for her, though that is yet again one of the many virtue's that a warrior should have. Fight until their last breath. It's what the enemy would do in a fight. Although, Bevolt made it quite difficult for Sitria to achieve victory.

More and more flames were output as she continued to leap away from Bevolt's attacks, merely hopping around on one leg and a wooden one. Many times her massive sheild had to be placed upwards to deflect any oncoming attacks. The earthen magic was either broken through or evaded, providing Sitria an advantage. This time, for strategic purpose Sitria smashed Bevolt's left leg and put enough force behind it to nearly break it. A small pop could be heard, this should slow her opponent down!

Once found an opening, she dashed forward with shield up front to block any magic attacks or weapon swings. Now, she brought her weapon and smashed it against her upper right torso, following with a harsh shove to the ground concluding the spar. The flames dispersed and Sitria lowered her guard, removing some of the heavy equipment before speaking.

"You did good, friendly reminder though. .always target an area on the enemy that would give you the advantage in a fight, trust me. .even though it may seem like a cheapshot, it could almost save your life even! Do you need help standing or no?" A hand would be extended toward Bevolt in assistance of helping her stand up.
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
It was expected result, in the end Sitira was more experienced and had fought longer than Bevolt, leaving her defeated on the ground, groaning and panting loudly while already reverted to her original size. Her earth shield shattered and her axe dug into the hill, which appeared partly cracked from the blow itself.

Her eyes narrowed, panting and groaned loudly before accepting her mentors hand and soon getting to her feet while panting loudly from exhustion.  "I...did need help...t-thank you..." she said before trying to hug Sitira.
(Bevolt)
And the hug would be accepted as she now returned it as well. Sitria examined Bevolt's stature and there were quite a few marks over her, though none that some bandages, saps and a bit of rest can't fix! However she felt there wouldn't be any need for that since Bevolt knows magic that work great in the medical field.

The drakan looked to Bevolt now resuming to speak. "Yeah, no problem sweetie. Now let's head back on inside the Headquarters and have you get some rest. As soon as your able, we're gonna get back to training once more. We're gonna have you be a giant before fifteen! After you've learned Giant Form, your gonna help mommy become a Titan! How does that sound? She giggled now moving toward the building with Bevolt's hand in her's.
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)