"Scipio wake up!", A small grunt escaped him at the loud noise, flowed by a frown at the nudge "We're going to miss breakfast!"
Good, that's fine...He mumbled in his head, wishing the pestering little imp away so he could sleep more into the morning. Blearily he felt the bed dip but he didn't pay much mind into as he began to drift off once again....until he awoke to a terrifying scream. Scipio lurched forward only to be punched in the stomach, forcing him to fall back against the bed with a groan of pain.
"Ill be outside, get dressed, we are already missing breakfast." Scipio opened his eyes, staring at his partner blearily before he pieced everything together. Silveria nodded at him and slipped out of the room just as a small blush spread across his face. He hated when she woke him up, because it usually ended in some sort of awkward situation between the fighting pair.
Scipio leapt out of bed and went to his small dresser, pulling on some dark leather pants which he tucked into his black knee high boots. Digging through his dirty laundry, Scipio produced a loose white linen short that hung down low on his collar. He pulled it on, tucking it in haphazardly before strapping his belt and sword around his waist. Not bothering to check his appearance, he ran a hand through his bed head and stepped out into the hallway.
He smiled at Silveria, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
"Sorry about that Silv, you think we can still make it for breakfast?" He asked the Sentinel, stepping towards her to offer a hand up from her seated position.
Kirill nodded in agreement to a magic battle, wishing to practice a bit more with his skills before the trials that were coming up. He stepped away from her, already bouncing lightly on his feet.
While he was already exceptionally skilled in magic control, he knew he needed to practice on aiming a moving target, especially if he was to hit one while flying in dragon form. Somehow, Eshe and Kirill understood what the other needed in terms of practice and could confiscate for the others needs. While they fought as if they were against a real opponent, they were still aware of how to give and pull with the partner. Kirill would have hated a soft partner...instead he had been assigned a girl that was equally as cunning and powerful as him.
A cheshire like grin spread across his face as he recognized her equally excited posture, if not a little more reserved. He chuckled, eyeing her movements as they got into place like a cat stalking his opponent.
The first spell was an onslaught on dagger like ice that flew from his hand on command. He shot them at his partner without a thought, aiming for her head. She dodged, terrifically so, but Kirill conditioned his attack.
While avoiding her various physical and magical attacks, Kirill is also focusing his Mind Snare attack on digging into her very being, worming himself into her self control and personal thoughts. She's used to it by now, but still it causes her to think about protecting her own mind from him as well as avoiding his physical attacks.
Kirill won their battle of magic, as expected of a Sentinel. Eshe is a powerful magician, even landed a powerful blow on her partner from her Mirage spell when he was not able to focus on all copies of herself. But in the end, he was able to lock her feet in a block of ice and tackle her to the ground, effectively ending their spare.
They continued on to hand-to-hand combat and like most Sentinel and Vanguard pairs, Eshe excelled in. While Kirill was good, he was not smooth and perfectly water-like as his partner, mostly because he was far more used to fighting as a dragon then a human. Kirill enjoyed being able to see Eshe in her natural state, her moments of pure tranquility as she moved with a blade (covered with leather of course to avoid burning him with the metal). He dodged, ducked, and slid past her weapon, but everyonce and a while it thunked painfully against his body, reminding him just how good of a partner he had.
Soon they came to a stop, he was breathing heavily and he could tell Eshe was growing weary as well. Of course, with a covered blade they could continue for hours, but it was obvious whom the better swordsman was. Kirill grinned at his partner, alighted and filled with adrenaline after their sparring matches. He was glad to have a Vanguard as powerful and beautiful as Eshe was, more then glad....he felt blessed to be able to ride the skies with her. Kirill slipped back into her mind, instantly being welcomed in her thoughts as if he was meant to be there.
Shall we head to breakfast then? He questioned along with sending a warming, loving aura between their telepathic connection.