Donny's second lesson

[01:31] Zexelis once again led the way to the fields, preparing to train with Donny. This time keeping his gauntlets on, he clearly expected Donny to do so as well. Again, he did not activate any aura, but poised himself into the Ifrit stance.

"I want you to give it your all, Donny. Harness your passion, but do not let it harness you. That is when one's flame burns the brightest."

Zexelis turned a hand up and obvious motioned to 'bring it on'.
(Zexelis)
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[01:42] Since their last lesson, Donny hadn't stopped training. Making his body more durable by punching ores with his bare hands, no magic, getting in scraps with anyone he could find.

He would think of the list of people he still had to overcome. Brudda Boulder, Zexelis, Cassandra, Roland.

He would bend over, shoving both of his arms into the ground as he ripped them out, magma coating the steel gauntlets, as he let the molten rock run down his body and coat him in the same armor Zexelis had saw before.

He would actually take a proper stance, much like that of a boxer, though he kept his hands open, ready to grapple or punch. Zexelis didn't remove his gauntlets, so he knew this was going to hurt- a lot.

But this did not deter the ruffian, no, this just meant Zexelis had faith in the growth he had since their last encounter. Shifting his weight between each foot, he would eventually dash forward with his characteristic:

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH"

(Donny Brooks)
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[02:01] * You have been awarded 4 Roleplay Points! *
[02:03] Zexelis once again met up with Donny in the middle after he encased himself in magma and dashed forth. A furious clash it was, Zexelis exchanging blows with Donny, and seeming to apply a bit more skill to it this time. The blows Zexelis landed would seem to go all the way through Donny with the impact, making his magma armor spill out of certain places.

Zexelis seemed to make a bit more of an effort to dodge, and hit a bit harder as the fight went on. Of course, he was gradually escalating the fight so Donny would hardly or not even notice, and slowly acclimate himself and get stronger, maybe without even realizing it. Soon enough, Zexelis and Donny were flickering about the battlefield, until they swirled up the sides of the nearby tower, once again coming to a clash at the top.

Zexelis looked hardly winded, though he did have some scratches and bruises. Donny's hits obviously hurt him, even if a little bit. "You're making good progress, Donny. You even seem to be picking up how to use those gauntlets as you go."

Zexelis gave a compliment, but then they went back into a furious exchange at the top of the tower, giving off small shockwaves until Zexelis knocked Donny off the tower. Of course, Zexelis was too fast to let Donny just hit the ground. In a flash, he was on the ground to catch Donny as he rocketed himself, landing on the ground right where the boy was headed for.

As he caught Donny with a slight jump and broke his fall, he put the boy slowly on the ground. "You did well Donny, I'm proud of you." He smiled to him as he then gave him some space to get up on his own.
(Zexelis)
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[02:29] There was a trend between the two brothers, were Boulder was the immoveable object, Donny was the unstoppable force- atleast he though so until he felt Zexelis PUNCHING THROUGH HIM. The pain was a great lesson, however, flecks of rock that had cooled from his magma armor flying off of him with each of Zexelis's blows.

However, the Gehennan had learned from each fight, each loss, and while he didn't necessarily try to block, perse, he did attack into some of Zexelis's. Gauntlet's colliding against one another and creating a shockwave that shook the ground around them.

Though it was quickly becoming clear he couldn't just out muscle the older man who had many more years of experience than him. What was a dense afro boy to do? He spied something, an idea coming to mind.

He'd leap up a nearby tower, stone melting under his grasp as he climbed to the top and turned around. He was ready to jump, elbow at the ready for the mostlegendary drop that would surely end the fight.

However, Zexelis was too fast, alright leaping clear over his head and landing behind him, even being kind enough to pay him a compliment. However, Donny was too fired up to reply, dashing forward on the closed quarters of their new sparring mat.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide (not that Donny ever would), all there was left to do was fight. Here was where technical skill would reign supreme, and even the Neanderthal would try to step up his game. His punches were more well placed, targeting the taller smith's shoulders to knock him off kilter, the roof of the tower beginning to slowly melt with each sweep of his leg in an attempt to knock Zexelis down.

Sadly, Donny was still a wild child, savage in his assault that left many openings, and it would be one final, powerful punch to the gut that would send him flying from the tower. The light in his eyes would go out as the wind was knocked from him, spit flying from his mouth as he plummeted.

Thank the spirits Zexelis had caught him, this boy was down, but not out. Coughing and hacking as he was put on his feet, he'd give a thumbs up. "N-next time- I'll get ya next time Mista Zex." Would he? Probably not, But the boy had to believe, it was the only way for him to achieve his dreams of being the biggest and beefiest in Gehenna.


(Donny Brooks)