Kilia and Company
Kilia sat cross legged on the mats of the Belvedere homes training room. It was a rather large room and she had only been in it twice before. The mats were thick and well cuishoned to help with falling down or, in some cases, being thrown down. As she wasnt really a fighter, she was watching and trying her best to pay attention to the moves the others were performing. Before her, on a small plate, though, was a small pile of peaches that she was currently munching on. As she watched the pairs of fighters, she found herself lost in thought about the past few days. This had been what they were concentrating on for quite a while, practicing honing their skills that they had. Kilia wanted very much to practice her healing, but that wasnt the only thing she needed too. She needed to learn how to better protect herself and that involved having to do some sort of sparring. At the moment, she was taking a break.
On the mat were the others, Soran and Tristan, Peter and Robin and Rethyn. All under the careful eye and direction of Grayson.
Grayson had been watching to see where everyone's strengths lie. He knew where Tristan was, so that wasn't who he was watching carefully. The training room door opened and in walked Julianna, she was only there to watch, but it gave Grayson an idea.
Rethyn was even present at this moment. Along with him he had brought the sword he had taken after his exchange with Tristan. While showing his abilities he spun and slashed around the room with each flash of a teleport. However, the teleports had become almost silent, something of which had changed since Rethyn's arrival to the home. With one last teleport Rethyn took his sword and sheathed it.
"Take a break," he said to the others and stepped in front of Kilia, "You know its not very hard to take on a person bigger then you. Or to learn to protect yourself."
Kilia glanced up, a peach in her mouth and her eyes wide as she watched Grayson. Her face flushed and she quickly pulled the rest of the peach into her mouth and finished eating it, "U-um... G-Grayson... I... Uh," she was flustered as she tried to figure out how to tell him that she was just absolutely terrible at anything that involved fighting. She glanced around the room but found she was sort of cornered.... "O-okay...." she relented softly.
"Julianna," he called, the girl looked surprised when she heard her name but stepped over to Grayson. "Do you mind helping with a demostration." She smiled at Kilia, "sure." Grayson looked over at the boys. "Tristan," he called knowing the red head would probably listen to him a little better than the others. "Your going to be my helper," It was then that Julianna sort giggled, but it didn't sound really nice. The boy was shaking his head as he stood beside Grayson, he knew what was coming.
"Ok weaknesses," he said making sure Kilia was paying attention, "Eyes, stomach, knees, and well the last one is obvious." He didn't know why he couldn't say it outloud, but Tristan's face got a little red. "Grayson, you know I think I changed my mind." He started to walk away, but Grayson grabbed him. "Julianna is playing victim," She nodded and stepped in front of her brother
Kilia, at first, was highly attentive. She watched Grayson and Tristan, paying attention to every word that the Guardian said. She even went so far as to repeat his words, albeit softly and only to herself, but her lips still moved. However, as Grayson got to the tail end of his sentence, Kilia couldnt help but to look down and then she blushed furiously. Tristan tried to get out of this little demenstration that Grayson was going to have him perform and the young Seer felt horrible, which wasnt made any better since the sisters giggle suddenly came back to mind. Her heart jumped to her throat as Grayson continued.
"U-um... d-dont hurt him.... " she muttered, not really sure what was going to happen, but feeling that it wasnt going to be great. From across the room where Soran was resting, he laughed. His giggle reached over to them and Kilia glanced at the blonde boy. He was trying to stiffle his laughter.
Jonathan was simply watching the training go on, he also was looking at Kilia who was enjoying her peaches and smiles almost regrettably to himself. That night when he was forced by his Ancestor's ghost to confess his feelings for her, not to mention the epiphany in his mind about fighting Oni himself for what his own guilt ridden mind had selfishly thought. However, The epiphany had lingered in the back of his mind since that night, without really any reason why.
"What if I did it for all? No no and no! Jonathan, you can't he's too strong! Even if we are lucky enough to pull him out of the seer would I be half prepared for his physical form???"
Tristan stood there, trying first of all not to look at Kilia, she was making it more embarressing. And secondly trying not hear the laughter from across the room. This was going to get worse for him because well he was playing the bad guy so to speak. However if he left, well he have to hear about it later, like he was to chicken or something.
"Back up...don't want anyone else to get hurt." The two backed up and were in the middle of the room, "Tristan." The boy nodded and pretended to grab his sister, Julianna had more training than many girls, plus she was stronger then she looked. However she wasn't going to pull anything surprising on Tristan just yet, she struggled just a little until she got a nod from Grayson she competely relaxed. She actually stomped on his foot first, before elbowing him in the stomach. He stepped back with a ummph, and completely let go, "Jules, he didn't say feet." She shrugged her shoulders, going for a kick to his groin, luckily he blocked it.
"Stop," Grayson called. Julianna couldn't help the small grin that came to her face as she stepped back from her brother. He was rubbing his stomach and trying not to think about the pain in his foot, he knew she did that on purpose. Grayson was shaking his head, "You two...," the both looked in his direction, "Sorry Grayson," Julianna said innocently. "Well feet work too," Grayson continued trying to hide his grin as he turned back to Kilia. "Especially if it takes your attacker by surprise. Nose and jugular, which we won't be showing right now." He turned and looked at Julianna, "Hey...I only broke his nose once," she said
Rethyn put a hand over his mask as he held back chuckling at his Seer. Crossing his arms he held his sword between his forearms as he sat on his heels as he looked down for a moment. He could no longer hold back his chuckling as a small smile forced its way upon his concealed face. "That's my seer." He said quietly in almost a whisper.
"Pfft!!!" Soran doubled over, laughing hysterically and finally unable to control it. Kilia wasnt too sure what was so funny, after all it looked rather painful to be hit as Tristan was. She winced slightly as she chewed on her bottom lip nervously. Was she supposed to do that to someone? Could she even manage to do something like that to another person? Was it even effective against a god? Her mind reeled with the questions, none of which she asked. She was slightly afraid of the answer. Her frown returned again as Soran continued giggling.
"Soran... its not funny," she muttered.
Wiping at the edges of his eyes he looked up and briefly stopped laughing, but then started again, "Oh yes... yes it is... Tristan.... your sister just...." he couldnt even finish.
Tristan turned and looked at the blond seer, his gaze narrowed, the things he wanted to say...but couldn't in present company. He sighed and turned back toward the other's. "Kilia," Tristan said, "it didn't hurt as much as it could have." For some reason he was just guessing at her thoughts, and she had always been afraid of hurting people.
"Looked like it though," Soran said with a devious little smile. He hadnt missed the glare hed recieved though. Kilia was starting to wonder if the blonde haired Seer was testing his fate willingly, "Maybe she went easy on you, Tristan," the boy teased. Kilia watched the two of them for a moment, her heart nearly stopping as she wondered what they were going to do.
Tristan had tried to take the higher road for the moment, "Go on, Soran," he said, "you got anything else to add," turning to the other, giving him a look full of promises for later on. "Go on..."
Rethyn walked over to the wall to lean against him. He felt compelled to make a comment about the two of them to hit them both below the belt, but he held himself a back as he watched the two of them banter. Smiling under his mask he felt an enjoyment of which he had not experienced in a long time. Within his own mind he wish he could show them the smile upon his face, but it didn't feel right yet. Smiling at them under his mask he merely watched them.
Soran looked to go red for a moment, losing his composure as he stared at Tristan who urged him to continue. Kilia mentally thought to herself that the blonde boy would surely keep quiet now, right? Standing, Soran swiped his hand to open his magic system and dragged off a spell. In his hand materialized a hand gun, he admired it for a moment, "You know, I think if your sister can beat you so easily, you probably wouldnt stand a chance against me, wanna try, Tristan?" he teased further, "Dont worry, I modified this one. Itll only give you a slight shock, like static. So, what do you say, baby" he stuck his tongue out too to emphasize. Kilia groaned inwardly, though she was slightly curious.
"Grayson?" she turned to look at him, wondering what he had to say about the current situation.