Flawed Achivement

her in the direction of a more secluded area so that they may continue Bevolt's mastery in Giant Form Technique. Wobbling along, eventually the drakan stumbled across open pasture and plenty of room for them to work with. A good spot for training indeed! No one to harrass them, no one to intrude, just the two of them. .hopefully.

Now moving in preperation for a training session, her casual armor pieces could be seen adorned across her body and the extremely large blade which was named 'Dragon's Heart' removed from its straps. A smile formed across her visage as she now began to explain what occured to Bevolt earlier. Or at least give an educated guess from past experiences.

"So, earlier when you threw your temper-tantrum your emotions which also enhances how mana and magic is output, if not then better utilizes it. Instead of normally releasing it like one would do, you let it build up and explode. So did your mana, your body and mana grew faster than your skin so it ripped and tore. Now you're going to try it again, which I will allow you to choose this time. Either we practice this method through spar, or through meditation, I want you to try it. Remember, let it build up and explode! At a controlled pace of course. .don't let it blow up whatever you do. .I don't want to be responsible for the death of an eleven year old. ."
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
Bevolt followed Sitira while holding her hand, holding her as if she was her own older sibling, being the last person she trusted, last person she would follow without question. Now she walked with her towards place where they could resume theirtraining over Giant Form, soon ending up near the open field at the southern shoreline of great praires.

Once stopped she looked towards her mentor, listening to her in silence before looking at her left arm before exhaling loudly and slowly closing her eyes before nodding towards Sitira, responding to her.  "Spar will work more...even if it will hurt...I want to relase some steam...I need it...I been holding too much for too long Sitira..." she mumbled out before drawing her axe and turning its dull side to work as front.

With that she exhaled loudly while starting to focus trying to listen to her mentors instructions while also trying to remember the feeling she went through earlier, attempting to connect the dots together while groaning loudly. "I will either do it or fail...but I want to try anyhow...should I remove my armor, sis?" the girl asked.
(Bevolt)
In the near half year or perhaps more, hell he couldn't remember, since the rust had started to set in, Krosious decided it was time to leave. He knew that what was coming was not infact war.

Nay, it would be genocide.

With a heavy heart and several hours spent sitting by her grave in silence he put a kiss upon the stone. Tears fell down his old face as he knew it may be the very last time he would ever see it. The Elder gathered what things he still gave half a shit about and made South. The trio of Direwolves were lifted into the air just as he was. There was no way he could leave the pups behind like that.

Just as he reached the baorder of the Wychwood the last Guardian, the Gravekeeper turned and gave a last look at his home for more than 85 years. A happy smile formed under the plague mask which covered his face in its entirety. The bill was filled with roses and pinecones. A mixture strong enough to block the fowl stench of Dumuzids depravity.

Giving his home a nod the Elder would turn back and face the move ahead. Soon the four wolfkin would pass through the Sarab. They spent several hours flying through the always hot hell hole as the Elder called it. However, soon the Black Gate was insight and thus the Elder took the round about way, knowing full well that lazy guards were not going to be watching, MILES out over the ocean.

That aside, and a few hours out of the way, Krosious finally came upon the Nostvale Plains. Making quick work of land before him the Elder spotted someone still somewhat important to him. Making a swift drop to the ground he would appear beside the duo in a few seconds. Upon his arrival a large, rolling, wave of grass, dust and dirt blew around him in a five foot circle. The ground quaked as his feet touched the ground.

To go along with it the sudden rise in gravitational pressure would bring non magi and even moderate strengthed magi to their knees. The three wolves landed shortly after him and took their advances in turn, however, they did not exactly alert toward either of the Drakanites. Instead of the Direwolves doing anything it was the Elder that spoke first.

"Heya kid."

His voice sounded weak, much weaker than it had in years.
(Krosious Hayes)
And so a spar was chosen! Bevolt didn't mind the pain, or at least didn't care that it would. After hearing her words, a gentle nod was given in return now reaching for her weapon. As usual, the flat side of it would be used seeing as she didn't want to harm her student too badly. A question was asked of her pertaining to the armor. An easy reply to give.

"Unless you want your body covered in multiple marks and wounds, keep it on. Your choice if you want to remove it though. The female was going to proceed with preperation and if Bevolt was ready, but someone came swooping down from the sky above. A swift drop was made by the one she could notice to be her Elder, Krosious Hayes. Once the dirt and debris settled, the drakan brought her arm down and would stare at Krosious with an suprised expression. Unaware that the Ookami would appear on such a short notice.

Those words that came from Krosious sounded weak. Very weak. A sigh came from the drakanite as she now glanced over to Bevolt and said. "One moment sweetie.. Her attention then turned to Krosious. "As good as it is to see you again, I'm in the middle of training my student. .what made you leave the Wychwood?"
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)

The drakan stood there idle, visible tears streaming down her cheeks. The bag was held in her hand, intermitten glances given to Krosious and the bag. Remembering to give this bag to them if she were to have any children. Upon the fatherly kiss, Sitria began to break down all the while maintaining her composure in front of her student. No. .don't go. .Don't go!. . The following words repeated in her mind, as e now floated away an arm was extended as whimpering could be heard from the female.

Once he disappeared entirely, that was going to be the last time she ever saw the old man. Her teacher, her Elder, her guardian. .her father. Visible sobbing could be seen as she now held her head with both arms trying to absorb all of what just happened. It was sudden. .far too sudden. That vivid image would stay embued in her mind. She felt terrible seeing as Sitria and Krosious never spent much time together in their old years. Now she knew what it was like to lose a parent-figure, being able to relate with Bevolt.

After a few moments of sobbing, she managed to compose herself. Her eyes red and puffy, obvious that she was indeed crying. She would ignore this and act as if none of this ever happened. Then again it was all too hard to ignore. A few sniffles could be heard as her voice was cracking and breaking in between. "O-Okay, come at me when your r-ready. .
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
Bevolt observed the scene in silence, waving her hand as soon as Hayes left, exhaling quietly while watching and waiting for her mentor to calm down before deciding to nod towards her and soon closing her eyes as she began to focus once more. Remembering her instructions before trying to connect it with feeling that appeared within her during the moment when her earm expanded out of her control from her ramprt emotions.

Inhaling deeply she began to gather her mana, allowing it to slowly overflow her body just before she began to feel familiar pain, scowling and growling loudly from pain as her body began to forcefully expanding, though this time controlling  the process while her skin stretched, her muscles and bones slowly inflated in size pushing her own body, rising her higher in size until she neared 10 feet, growling and trembling from the pain as she felt reaching her own limit.

It was clear that her transformation was far from perfection as her limbs appeared unevenly changed, with her own expression twisted in pain just as she addressed Sitira with narrowed eyes. "I...am r-ready...c-come o-on b-before I l-lose t-the grip..." she mumbled out before charging at her mentor while fighting her own exhustion and pain.
(Bevolt)

Her student had managed to execute the technique. As she was trying to get herself together and compose her mental state, Bevolt managed to execute the ability but then again with some flaw. The process was easy to mimic but maintaining the immense amount of mana was a difficult thing to do. This process took a while, her skin stretched, muscles and bones were growing in size as she rose in height and strength. Ten feet to what she could make out.

Indeed it was obvious to her that the transformation needed more practice to attain perfection as limbs appeared unevenly changed. Her expression obviously showing pain. It was easy to notice that Bevolt changed greatly since they first met. Both in fighting style and strength. However, she wouldn't be able to best Sitria! Dashing forward, the drakan smacked the flat side of her blade against her chest, very very hard. If not causing her more pain than she was already in. Before Sitria was able to retreat, a cleaving arm and weapon smashed her aside, knocking her off balance but able to quickly recover. The older drakan suffered some more wounds but eventually was able to take down Bevolt.

One heavy swing to the side and Bevolt would be laying on top of the grass as she now took a few steps backward. Awaiting for Bevolt to stand. "Would you look at that, my student is moving up in strength! Yay~! I can't wait to see you be a Giant with me! We're gonna kick all sorts of ass together~!
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
As much as she was aware of her own progress, even if flawed she managed to enter her own giant form and face her mentor, taking and returning blows for a moment until she found herself on the ground, groaning and hissing from pain given by the transformation and beating from Sitira. Somewhat dazed the young pureblood took a good moment to gather her strenght up before deciding to get back up to her feet, surprised to see that she somehow maintained her new form.

With somewhat broken smile she grabbed her axe before deciding to exhale and respond towards her mentor with clearly determined voice.  "Well...I am still far from being anywhere close to matching your power Sitira...but I don't plan on dissapointing you...especially if I am this far...s-still I am ready to go again...so don't hold back!" the pureblood exclaimed with new found strength that the result of their training and motivating words of her own teacher gave her.

There was still a long road before her and yet she knew that the more witt she putted into her practices the sweeter the results became with her current look being the proof of it.
(Bevolt)

Determination, and the will to win. That was what could be seen within the eyes of the young pureblood in front of her. What Bevolt spoke next, she nodded though was uncertain about one thing. Upon being given confirmation to hold nothing back, she would do just that and hit even harder. The drakanite thought back to Krosious's training session and more tears even formed in her eyes. A bright incandescent glow of flames could be seen coming from the drakanite as she now began to think back to all of the times she trained with Krosious and the time spent with him. Everything she knew and learned came from him, it was impossible not to simply exclude him from her life.

Everything that Sitria had with that old man, was now being repeated with Bevolt. However, the drakan had to fill the shoes of being a teacher. A deep breath was taken in and out as she now grasped her blade firmly dashing forward to make the first strike. However, the ten foot tall pureblood that was her student overwhelmed her in one strike with the sheer force that came from Giant Form Technique. However, even though it was still an underdeveloped form of it, it still provided her some of the strength.

Some Nature magic was cast about, to slow Sitria down and hinder her speed which would allow Bevolt some more time to strike where needed. Once that was said and done, and the drakan managed to evade some attacks and spells, she lunged forward preparing to deliever a brutal combo that would possibly break a bone or two. One heaving smash toward Bevolt's axe, and she broke straight through her defenses and the flat side of the blade continued to move onto her left arm. Smashing it, as a loud crack could be heard. After doing such, a harsh shove would mark the end of the battle as now Bevolt lay on the ground. Pummeled by someone whom was a bit shorter than her. Then again, with the assistance of Giant Form.

After paused, once broke her left arm she sought that to be enough. Only give the hard takedowns when she has gotten older and more experienced in combat. "Well, I think I just broke that arm of yours so I decided to put the fight to an end. I didn't hold back but I could've proceeded to do more damage. I did it because I-I didn't wanna harm you too bad. I'm trying not to repeat what I had with the old man whom was here not too long ago. .j-just, rest up. .if need be I'll carry you  back .."

The drakan would hang her head, looking to the side as if she was in deep thought about something. Probably the Hayes whom was just here.
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
Bevolt exhaled loudly as the second round began with the pureblood charging at her mentor with clear determination, slashing the dull side of her axe at Sitira, sending few blows alongside her nature magic, smirking as she made some damage to Stitira, only to end up growling and scowling from pain as she felt her mentors attacks which eventually broke through her guard and resulted with her left arms bone snapping.

Staggering backwards Bevolt landed on her knees and then on her back, reverting to her original size, panting and groaning from pain in loud manner as she felt drained and defeated, through desptie all of that, after a good moment she giggled loudly before finally responding towards Sitira with clearly exhusted voice.

"S-Sorry s-sis, I am drained...c-could you carry me back please? I didn't expect t-to h-hold t-this long or t-to bet-this tired..." Bevolt smirked while again calling Sitira her sister, perhaps due to fact that her family fell apart recently, leaving her alone without anyone to lean against in hard times.
(Bevolt)