Neither of them knew how to fight with the weapon, and Delaney nodded her head. I guess it made sense. None of them really seemed to be the type to be holding someone hostage or practicing knife skills on the side. There were other types of weapons near them, but there would be no point in asking about them if they said no to the first one. Remi took the weapon out of her hand and put it back. “Have you ever tried making a weapon?” Delaney looked at him, confused. She didn’t know how she could make a weapon. She looked around. She didn’t see anything she could work with, so she’d have to start from scratch. She shook her head slightly, answering Remi’s question. She looked at Eva before extending her hands in front of her and closing her eyes. She had to concentrate. She didn’t know how to construct a weapon or what kind of weapon she should even make, but something was better than nothing. Just as she was about to start, she heard a bang. It wasn’t too loud, but it was loud enough to make her jump and lose her focus. Then she saw Talia standing by them, right next to Remi. Delaney was amazed, and couldn’t think of what to say. But right now, words didn’t seem to matter. Talia was seemingly perfectly healthy. Already.
Nathan could work with hand to hand combat. He was excited now, actually. He looked at Cami, who seemed to have shrank back the slightest bit. He smiled at her and stepped up to Greyson. He would take the first fight. Not just because he wanted to, but because he knew how Cami felt about fighting. She most likely didn’t want to participate, and until she had to, Nathan would take a few rounds with Greyson. He held out his hand to Greyson to shake before they started. The fighting would be key to training, and it would be fun to see what everyone was capable of.
Ophelia made a weak attempt, or what appeared to be weak attempt, of a fireball and tossed it at Ezra’s feet. Willow watched as the orange ball disappeared shortly after hitting the ground. Ezra was quick to react, creating an practically invisible wall in front of him. Willow watched silently as the two continued training. There was not much she could do but sit and watch. After a few minutes, she heard a loud bang and turned her head to see what the noise was. It turned out to be a person. She watched as Talia came charging in. Willow watched as the girl stormed over to her brother, a visible fire raging within her. She raised an eyebrow. She wasn’t surprised at how the girl was acting, but how quickly she had recovered. It seemed like the tragedy had happened two hours ago. “Well would you look at that..”
“Well you don’t have a choice. We need to protect ourselves against Kain and training with others will help.” Damian found it hard to believe that he was being told, almost threatened, that he had to stay and train with them. Participation, apparently, was a must. He didn’t think so. He stared at the two for a few moments. Matthew had backed away and Eric had crossed his arms, showing he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Damian quickly assessed the situation, and it appeared it would be in his best situation to submit to the demands and agree to train. But no such thing would be happening. Not now, not ever. “I am well aware of the predicament we are all in, and the misfortunes that have occurred since we have arrived. However, I do not believe in group work. I have never worked with others, and doing so goes against my personal beliefs.If I asked a Catholic to kill a sinner because it guaranteed the safety of thousands, what do you believe he would do? While their faith declares they should devote themselves to the wellbeing and care of others, killing defies their Lord’s highest laws, the Ten Commandments. It goes against all their beliefs. Your demanding me to participate, to throw away the beliefs I hold most dear and shape my life according to, is asking me to defy my own God.” The comparison he made may have seemed a little extreme, but it related to their case. In this case, Damian was the Catholic. Lord Kain was the sinner. The thousands were the rest of the group and the world, for that matter. A door closed and Talia walked swiftly across the room, straight to her brother. “What good is a fighter at war, if also at war with himself?”