12-24-2018, 04:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-02-2019, 06:53 PM by Ivan Sarkozy.)
Ivan watched the fireball form. He wasn't too worried. Yeah, Nox liked to provoke him. That was his teaching style. And frankly, Ivan was cool with it. There was no babying or anything. Shortest line from A to B. Blow through assumptions and walls. Twice, now, Nox had taught him that way. And it worked.
So he wasn't too worried. Not that he wanted to get hit with it or anything. He still looked a fright and Danya would not be happy if he showed up all burned now too. Not exactly becoming the responsible dad. He felt a smile form and didn't mind the slight pain at his lip. Zara and Danya. His anchor.
He drew on the power and formed ghost into the shape Nox had shown him. The edge was sharp. He turned it over in his mind. Strange. It was all edge. His eyes met Nox and then he slashed at the fireball weave.
The threads snapped, evaporating away into nothing. He grinned. Damn but that was cool. 'That is awesome. He could see the conduit connecting Nox to the power. Looking at his weave, he knew it wouldn't cut through. Not that he'd try it now. Not on Nox anyway.
He'd need to get stronger. It was important to understand the framework of working out. Why you worked this muscle, why that one. Why this motion. Why that? You learned where the heads inserted into the bone, the proper angles. Reverse grip tricep pushdowns worked that tiny third head at the very bottom of the muscle, the one that would grow out just above the elbow. The reverse grip was key to hitting that.
It was the same with the power. Now that he had a framework, he knew what to do. He just had to put in the time.
"Listen, I really appreciate this. This is gonna help me. Let me take you out. Feel like a beer?"
So he wasn't too worried. Not that he wanted to get hit with it or anything. He still looked a fright and Danya would not be happy if he showed up all burned now too. Not exactly becoming the responsible dad. He felt a smile form and didn't mind the slight pain at his lip. Zara and Danya. His anchor.
He drew on the power and formed ghost into the shape Nox had shown him. The edge was sharp. He turned it over in his mind. Strange. It was all edge. His eyes met Nox and then he slashed at the fireball weave.
The threads snapped, evaporating away into nothing. He grinned. Damn but that was cool. 'That is awesome. He could see the conduit connecting Nox to the power. Looking at his weave, he knew it wouldn't cut through. Not that he'd try it now. Not on Nox anyway.
He'd need to get stronger. It was important to understand the framework of working out. Why you worked this muscle, why that one. Why this motion. Why that? You learned where the heads inserted into the bone, the proper angles. Reverse grip tricep pushdowns worked that tiny third head at the very bottom of the muscle, the one that would grow out just above the elbow. The reverse grip was key to hitting that.
It was the same with the power. Now that he had a framework, he knew what to do. He just had to put in the time.
"Listen, I really appreciate this. This is gonna help me. Let me take you out. Feel like a beer?"