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Dasken grinned. "Training for a couple of weeks in a magical training room does wonders for upper body strength." He looked at Akron up and down. "My god, you took that well. Just make sure there isn't a bruise, Akron. My hits tend to do that."
Akron felt his chest and pressed gently. No flash of pain was detected anywhere. "Huh. Not one bruise. New Luke Cage confirmed, x-d?" Akron chuckled. "Let's try that again."
Dasken nodded. He stood the exact same way Akron had. "Your turn now. Remember; no powers."
Akron nodded. "Right. When enduring a hit, the key is to give yourself a balanced center of gravity to prevent stumbling." Akron drew back a fist, and stepped into the punch, giving it more support as he kept extending, feeling Dasken's chest collide with Akron's fist.
Grace sighed happily as relaxed in a chair and read. She would every so often look up to see what the soldiers were doing and hummed in thought.
Lyric gave Sabrina a piggy back ride as Zack raced out of the house ahead of them to look around and explore the new things and people there.
Lyric gave Sabrina a piggy back ride as Zack raced out of the house ahead of them to look around and explore the new things and people there.
Dasken tensed at the last moment. Akron's fist hit his chest, but he hardly felt it, partially turning off his pain receptors the way he had always been able to do (OOC: Just like me), and allowed the fact that he didn't move an inch to sink in before grabbing Akron's fist and allowing it to fall to his side. "Nice hit; all we need now is some training for strength."
Akron nodded as he relaxed. "Good job taking the hit. That could put a dent in a boulder." He cracked his knuckles and neck and stretched a bit. "How do we work on strength?"
"Do what we just did, only with those." He pointed to the stone statue. He walked up to it. "I assume this is hard?" He tapped it, gave it a few playful punches, then looked at Akron. "If thatw as full force, and you tested on these..." Dasken shook his head. "Man, that must have hurt." He turned to it. "By the end of this day, I want you to at least make this statue have chunks fall off without the use of your powers."
He stood straight. He inhaled. "I'll be honest - I didn't hit you with everything I had. If I had done so..."
He threw a punch at the statue, fist flying too fast for the eye to see.
It erupted into fine powder, spreading into the wind, and the shockwave made an indent in the ground. Dasken held his fist out a little bit after the dust settled, then stood back in his original position.
"Well... I guess you know why now."
He stood straight. He inhaled. "I'll be honest - I didn't hit you with everything I had. If I had done so..."
He threw a punch at the statue, fist flying too fast for the eye to see.
It erupted into fine powder, spreading into the wind, and the shockwave made an indent in the ground. Dasken held his fist out a little bit after the dust settled, then stood back in his original position.
"Well... I guess you know why now."
Akron whistled in surprise. "Nice." He constructed some more practice statues, mostly boulders or wide precipices. "Alright, let me try this..." Akron suddenly whipped a punch at a boulder, blowing a chunk off the side and a dent shaped like a clenched fist carved into the rock. "How was that?"
"Pretty good, but try more like this." He walked over to Akron at a new statue, and helped him into a position where his feet were spread a bit farther apart than the width of his body. "Now, have your arm at your side and palm up, then close your fist. As you throw the punch, go straight out with it and turn your fist while doing so. Like this." Dasken turned to the dummy and threw a punch at it. It's center cracked and the pieces it had split into fell apart. "Also, look for weak points. In these dummies, it seems to be the center."
Akron nodded, impressed. "Got it. Honestly, by tomorrow morning this place is gonna be filled with residue." He got into a balanced stance, and followed Dasken's example. He aimed a strong punch at the center of a boulder. Cracks spread throughout the boulder as it slowly broke apart. "Wow, that helped a lot. Thanks, Dasken. Hey, let's go get a bite to eat, huh? I'm getting a bit hungry."
"Same here. And as for the residue..." Dasken walked over to the dummies. Within one second, he had shattered each and every one with one single punch apiece and evaporated the remains, as well as the remains of all of the other dummies. "I got the clean-up."
Akron nodded. "Let's go back in." He examined his hands. No blood or scratches, just a lot of dirt. He sighed in relief. Akron was safe from Lyric's wrath today. He washed his hands and walked into the kitchen, grilling some chicken. "Help yourself to some mac and cheese, Dask."
"Don't mind if I do. Never had a home-cooked meal before. Or a cooked meal, for that matter..." Dasken's face grew a bit darker. He grabbed a plate of Mac n' Cheese and sat at the dining table, waiting patiently and somewhat gloomily for the others.
Akron smiled sympathetically. "That's pretty harsh. But I'm telling you, as Lyric's fiance, her cooking is amazing." He finished grilling the chicken and loaded some onto a plate with a bowl of mac and cheese. "Chicken? My own recipe. Chicken, garlic salt, and pepper."
Dasken nodded, and observed the contents of his plate. He became distant and lost in thought.
Akron dug in, but stopped when he saw Dasken's face. "Hey, man. You okay?" He patted his friend's back. "Yeah, my chicken isn't that good. I may have overcooked it."
"No, it's not that. It's just..." he looked up. "It's just that I've never had anyone care for me. I've always had to be the strong one... The one who pulls through, who gives up no matter what. And now that you care, I just... my mind doesn't want to accept it..."
Akron smiled and rested his hand on Dasken's shoulder. "It's not just me. We all care. Lyric, James, Miridia, Julian and I, we all care. We all care for each other. That's what makes us a family. We've all just learned to accept it because, well, sometimes that's the only thing we can do. Even when we feel like crap and don't want to accept help, we just give in." He smiled.
"I just..." he looked at his meal. "We need to get you prepared. Eat up so we can continue." He began to eat his food, which he couldn't hide how much he enjoyed.
Akron kissed Lyric's cheek on his way to put his dishes into the sink. "It was great. Thanks, Lyric." He wiped his hands on his shorts and walked outside into the forest.
Dasken followed him out, also thanking Lyric for a delicious meal. "We need to get right back into training. We have until dawn, right?"
(Sorry not sorry)
(Sorry not sorry)
Akron nodded. "Yeah. I'll say, Stephen has no idea what's coming." Heflexed his arms a bit, then stretched, doing a quick set of push ups and sit ups.
Dasken watched him, and once Akron finished, he had a thought. "Would you want me to use my powers to attack you? I mean, James could heal you when you need it, and it would be much better endurance training. It just may be a bit... dangerous."
Akron thought for a moment. "Hmmm. It would greatly increase my endurance, and if I wanted to, I could improve my evasiveness too... Ok, let's do it! What are we starting with?"
"How about a near-full-force punch, for you to get an idea of my power?" Dasken, once again, got into his fighting stance. "With powers this time." His fist glowed a dark cyan color.
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Akron shrugged. "Sure." He got into a ready stance. This probably was gonna hurt. But still, it was for the best. "Ready when you are."
Swish!
The sound of the arrow cutting through the darkness was almost too silent for Casys to hear it. He swiftly turned his head to the left, and the black arrow whizzed past, hitting a tree. Casys dropped into a low crouch, senses alert, and he saw four men creeping the the darkness of night. Casys spread his brilliant white wings, drawing the attention of the poachers. One turned on a flashlight and aimed it his way, but the beam landed on nothing except trees and grass. Casys hovered above the group for a moment before dropping down. His foot slammed into the back of one poachers neck, crushing his spine, and Casys punched another in the throat, dropping him instantly. The one with the bow aimed it at Casys' chest, but when he fired Casys caught the arrow with his enhanced reflexes. The boy rushed the poachers, stabbing him in the heart with his own arrow. Spinning around, Casys saw the final poacher, armed with a rifle pointed right at his chest.
Time seemed to slow down. Casys took in a quick breath and reached with his mind at thee man's body. The water coursing through his veins and in thee rest of his body could be manipulated. Casys reached a hand out ward, parallel with the man's chest. The poacher froze, shaking, as Casys manipulated all the water in his body. Casys closed his fist. SPLAT! Casys was just about to fly off when he heard the discharge of a sniper bullet scream through the air. Casys screamed as it tore through his left wing. He took an uneven flight, safe under the cover of the pitch black of night without the poacher's flashlight beam.
He was flying for an hour, slowly succumbing to the pain, before he saw a light in the distance. A house? He thought. His vision slowly growing black, Casys put on a final burst of speed and landed about twenty feet from the house.
The sound of the arrow cutting through the darkness was almost too silent for Casys to hear it. He swiftly turned his head to the left, and the black arrow whizzed past, hitting a tree. Casys dropped into a low crouch, senses alert, and he saw four men creeping the the darkness of night. Casys spread his brilliant white wings, drawing the attention of the poachers. One turned on a flashlight and aimed it his way, but the beam landed on nothing except trees and grass. Casys hovered above the group for a moment before dropping down. His foot slammed into the back of one poachers neck, crushing his spine, and Casys punched another in the throat, dropping him instantly. The one with the bow aimed it at Casys' chest, but when he fired Casys caught the arrow with his enhanced reflexes. The boy rushed the poachers, stabbing him in the heart with his own arrow. Spinning around, Casys saw the final poacher, armed with a rifle pointed right at his chest.
Time seemed to slow down. Casys took in a quick breath and reached with his mind at thee man's body. The water coursing through his veins and in thee rest of his body could be manipulated. Casys reached a hand out ward, parallel with the man's chest. The poacher froze, shaking, as Casys manipulated all the water in his body. Casys closed his fist. SPLAT! Casys was just about to fly off when he heard the discharge of a sniper bullet scream through the air. Casys screamed as it tore through his left wing. He took an uneven flight, safe under the cover of the pitch black of night without the poacher's flashlight beam.
He was flying for an hour, slowly succumbing to the pain, before he saw a light in the distance. A house? He thought. His vision slowly growing black, Casys put on a final burst of speed and landed about twenty feet from the house.
Dasken took a deep breath. His eyes closed, and when they opened, they glowed the same dark cyan as the aura that appeared around him. The area around them began to heat up, and Dasken's aura burst to life ten times brighter. His entire right arm, his dominant arm, glowed with intense dark cyan light, and he walked up to Akron, three feet away. "Prepare yourself. This'll probably hurt." Dasken threw the punch, and his aura went into his fist. His eyes glowed prominantly, and the punch itself made a sonic boom that took down all trees around them in a three-mile radius. The impact, again, rippled Akron's skin, and Dasken pushed with the follow-through. The ground beneath the two evaporated, separating Akron from his powers, and the punch began to fold Akron in half.
Akron's breath left his body in an instant as he doubled over, legs skidding backwards. He winced a bit. "Nice punch! That really felt like you used all of your power." Suddenly, there was a crashing sound somewhere next to the house. "What was that?" Akron ran to the location of the sound to see an unconscious man with wings lying awkwardly on the ground. "Hey! What happened? Are you ok?" He shook the man awake, hoping for a response. Akron sent a thought to Miridia. 'Miridia! We need you outside west of the house. There's an injured powered human here.'
Casys slowly stirred as he felt a warmth flowing through his injured wing. "Ugh," he groaned as he opened his eyes. His eyes fell upon a woman who was holding her hands to his wing, which was the source of the warmth. "Aah!" He yelled, pushing her away and taking an uneven flight, hovering above the woman and another man. "Who are you?" Casys asked, a crazy glint in his eye.
Casys didn't trust them. It seemed too perfect that not only were these two powered humans, but that one had healing powers. I do still need to have my wing healed, Casys thought, clutching the blood stained wing. "Alright, fine." Casys complied, dropping down and standing in front of the woman with his back turned to her. "Just do what you have to do, please." Casys said. "But don't try anything funny."