Impatience incarnate [Spar/Pvt/Hinawa]

The caverns were a welcome sight as the young Saiyan followed his new sparring partner, true enough, to date she was his greatest challenge and one he'd enjoyed the combat against but the messages she conveyed confused him. Snow crunched beneath every stride and he swept one hand up to dust the snow clear of his shoulders and spine like mane as they descended deeper into the darkness. Upon reaching a familiar set up, she began to talk of Meditation, this is something he'd never conceived as a focus of training; his discipline was hard enough to reign in as it was.

"So your people focus on discipline and calm to fight, yet imitate your opponents to better access your potential? That is a great skill indeed," manoeuvring around the Caverns again, he gazed toward her collections of items and accumulated rations. By god he was hungry, a Saiyan's appetite for food was the one thing that out weighed his desire for battle. still, as she spoke, the young man listened and adverse in time to capture the can. Splitting the cap he'd begin drinking and sizing her up as she spoke.

"Could you teach me your technique?" he asked suddenly as he lowered the can and peered with interest, "Your Fox-Fire as well as meditation then, I do struggle to control my Ki at times and in battle I seldom think more than my muscles do. Most of my choices are reflexes and I'm sure being able to use my sharpened mind more in a fight might further my progress," he stopped and adjusted his jaw, "meditation training, I think I'll take you up on that offer,"

"You see, as a boy I was trained to become a weapon for the Army my Father represented, it wasn't that I disliked war, it IS combat after all but I held in disdain the idea of fighting for just one goal. My Father was one man that believed whole heartily in the Honour of a Warrior but his idea of honour was a twisted thing. Power was the way forward and conquering the universe was the goal but i had no interest in that or what my people wanted. I. just wanted to fight but being here; I find myself seeking...other things as well as combat. Conversation being one of them and it baffles me as to why," 

"What is a Zoanthrope?" he added. A worth while question, he thought, perhaps it was time he benefited from extra information as well as combat experience. If he was to fight here on Earth, an Ally was valuable but so was information. It seemed there were more than mere humans here and from what he'd experienced here; they boasted some considerable power in comparison to most of the average souls here.

The woman was quite full of surprises but he was grinning at her all the same, they truly weren't much different with aspects of animals built right into their DNA. Though she had a point, it did seem to draw something out of him and being away from the savagery of Vegeta had seen him deplete in overall aggression. The fact she opened up proved his point that fighting allowed someone a greater feel of a soul than simply talking, though conversation granted intelligient information, something he valued equally as much.

Levlidian was taken back by her request, though he'd sat and listened with interest as she spoke, the thought of having to further reign in his ki to access the abilities in which she spoke concerned him; he'd never had to reel in his power quite as much as depicted but a grin appeared as he lay on the bravado. "It'll be an honour should I manage it, though, the aspect of my ability is still young at this point. I can teach you what I know and help you develop the way I do it. It's relatively simple," Slowly, the young Saiyan drew closer and rested at a squat extended one hand out to show her his palm. From about it drew the tell tale hum of his Ki manipulating the molecules of the air and vibrating them until finally a ball of said energy ignited.

"This is what you usually see, a ball of concentrated power used by accessing the physics of the world through the bodies natural magnetic field," the intelligence bled through here and his lips curled as though enjoying his elaboration; "However, the field itself is internal so is the origin of the power so-," he balled his hand and the Ki fluttered bleeding into his fist and granting it a deep hue of red; "Draw it in and you get access to the same power but lacking the range, I'll show you how,"

"I figured if I could manage the control and abilities you have, it'd give me the missing link I need to harness my close quarter style. Though now I feel as though i am being granted a heritage of another and you have my thanks for the trust; when next we fight, I plan to have furthered my ability more and I'll show you how then as well. Reckon we'll out do most of these Earthlings just by pushing each other every so often and that would be glorious,"

Lowering his hand, expelling the Ki and sighing he'd fall unto his backside and then take a swig of his drink, smacking his lips, furrowing his brow and peering to it; "The heck is this?"

With a slight smile he'd scratch the spines of chocolate black whilst Hinawa attempted his technique, he looked almost disappointed but not surprised and turned his attention unto the drink again; "It's oddly relaxing but reminds me of the ales and what not we have on Vegeta. It would knock out an Oozaru if drunk in large amounts," he chuckled and set the drink down before folding his legs and settling unto his rear in preparation for the transition into a student. Flexing his wrists and rotating his neck, the beast settled into a calmer state and locked his eyes onto her. She had his full attention.

The alcohol itself he'd sampled many a time in different quantities with different treatments bestowed upon it, roots, spices, blood, it had all been strong enough to gut any regular creature but he'd established himself as quite the social being simply by indulging in it. Supposedly, in comparison, the Kitsune had lived a rather sheltered social life and for the most part, levlidian envied that. Solace was all he sought these days to fend and fight his way to the top only approaching others for combat advancement and training. Still, here, he didn't exactly hate being in her company. 

"After we complete this, I'll show you how to harness your Ki to such a degree that perhaps we'll achieve something greater the more we master it," with a nod he'd expand his back and sigh. It had been quite a while since anyone had taught him anything. Learning on ones own possessed a level of control he preferred. However, if he could use this ability as she does, perhaps, he could combine the two and turn he himself into a raging inferno to attack souls with.

"First we learn the finer points of meditation yes?" a grin appeared, "So Sensai, do go on,"

It was fascinating, the offered explanation was met with intrigued ears and the obsidian eyes widened to her words. "It's such a simple concept," he marvelled and peered to his meaty hands. "I had thought it was a lot harder to conceive but I do something similar to prepare for combat; I'll try it!" the bastion himself seemed overly excited to attempt this. As he watched the Kitsune do her demonstration, he was studying her intently and at an uncomfortable distance of closeness to her; he didn't want to miss a thing.

The scene was everything Levlidian had expected, as Hinawa did as she conveyed her ki lost its flare like edge and his brow sank, no it was still there but turned inwardly. Silence had fallen and shrank before only the caress of the wind outside, this didn't seem so hard. Levlidian closed his eyes, murmuring what she had under his breath until he saw the very void he'd used to depict strategies, darkness reigned but his mind soon conjured all manner of animals and scenes all of which he fended against but lost easily. what was it she had said? Envision a fire deep within his center?

About his form, the fires of his power began to burn as he concentrated but as he resurrected that ideal, his brothers sneering complexion obscured his eyes, the ki began to rampage with the panic vented physically and his brow sank into a pained snarl. A fight swept in shortly after, his brother an he as children and Ca'Drual drove Lev' into the dirt. Laughing ensued and his scowl deepened as the Saiyans inferno ever swelled.

"Focus on the crackling," he snarled as veins protruded his flesh, the relaxation had evaporated and he looked physically strained, blood flashed before his eyes, injuries, war and a deeper growl followed feral in likeness. This was becoming too real, too indepth, by god he was wrong. This was intense, forcing himself to relax? How can that be hard at all!

"Into the void," he repeated but alas he could not let go, the pain flourished through him, the feeling of meat and sinew rocketing into his form that saw him react back in the real world. How many times had he done this? "Pull out," he thought but couldn't, locked in the moment of shoving this memory in the blaze he'd created stole all of his bodies attention and the Ki itself burst around him. rage ruled him and slowly the memory became real, at least to him until he finally reliquished and stumbled onto his back. breathing heavily.

"Damnit," he cursed.

taking her hand in his, Levlidian rose with aid and growled defensively to himself, the failure wounded the pride of the young Saiyan and without further merit to the thought, he sat once again and started over. "I will figure this out," he sneered and fell into the state he attempted once before. Darkness flared around him and drank him in, at the toes of his boots sat a small fire, screams and betrayals of memories began again but he insisted upon them that they intervene no longer in his concentration. The beasts muscles flexed in his physical form as he strained to fend away the rage and divert it deep within himself.

She'd examined him and he felt the need to show he can at least grasp the concept. having his own rival over looking the training of her own technique placed a burden upon levlidian he hadn't felt in a long while. About him sprang the inferno but its aura no longer wavered, it stood straight up. the deep hum surrounded him and pearls of sweat rose about the flesh that coated him and trailed the lines of his thick form. Control was absolute but it was difficult beyond all measure.

Again, lev' was faced with the sound of war all about him, ignoring it he quickly fed the imagery into the blaze igniting it further and his aura remained stable. he was doing it, a smug grin emerged but then he saw another image, his Father, his smaller self, the beatings he took, the savagery of his training and the control began to waver. Lost to the emotions of his temper he let loose an outburst, a roar and rose quickly to lean on the caverns walls. The beasts eyes parted and he found himself panting, muscles strained to reflect a level of pain mostly on an emotional level.

What was this? "Crap," he hissed and struck the wall with his fist, a resounding thump filled the air and Lev' stepped back, "I can do this Hinawa," he barked before she could speak and sat again, determination unwavered he started over, reaching further each time he managed it until hours passed. resting on hsi side, panting, weighed down by the sheer effort he rolled onto his back and began to thump the floor in an aggravated way. Levlidian had been at this for a while, each step he took felt smaller and smaller and now he was exhausted but unrelenting. Sitting up, he looked to Hinawa in the fading light and asked; "What am i doing wrong?" each time he'd tried, lev' forced it, he used brute force to acquire calm and it lasted for longer and longer but drained so very much out of him every time. frustration was apparent and he would hang his head.

"Perhaps I shold take a break and perhaps teach you the basics to my ability," he asked in a defeated tone, very un-Saiyan like.

The motion of her hands folding about his as the young Saiyan prepared to start again, his brow sank to the notion and parting his lips to object to any help was soon silenced as her forehead met his. Within such close quarters he could almost feel her calm wash over him, envelope and comforting he'd bites back the need to spit a stubborn retort and stared straight into her closed eyes. This kindness was completely alien to him and though tentative, his fingers closed around her hand. The long, dark mane drawn across his forehead beneath her flesh and the scent wasn't at all terrible.

This was odd, usually he'd have shoved her away and insisted he could do it, a quip would follow, though the notion of aid and her sudden care for his development threw Levlidian. It didn't feel at all unpleasant and he tried her way. Was this what it was like to have a friend? "Alright," he answered quietly. Pride fell before acceptance and he shivered against the touch of another, such a mild aura held such a sway as she suggested? Quizzically he adjusted the bones of his jaw and took in her features at such close quarter before closing his eyes.

The darkness swallowed him and again he was faced with the crimson hue of a biting fire, again he allowed the memories to wash over him and flow into the tinder; exciting it. However, the void owned an odd hue of blue about it, the calm swept around him as the screams began. Monstrous explosions, his Father and brother beating upon him and pushing the little Saiyan to extreme lengths and tapping into that latent potential. It was odd, the rage didn't come, it was still there after all he could feel it and with a much smaller effort than before, he let it go. All that pain, the feeling of defeat, it washed over him but passed just as quickly, why wasn't it bothering him? he had to know how Hinawa managed such an effect on him.

Time and again he was faced with the difficulty of his past choices, the murder he'd committed and it all flowed like a river into the bosom of the fire, about the Saiyan his inferno swept but danced at a steady pace, his power radiated and yet the form it danced about remained collected and tensed only when faced with the deep darkness of his acts. Pearls of sweat began to trail down him chilling the body beneath the cold air of the mountains. This went on for hours until his eyes peeled open to reveal his hue completely at ease. The rage burned but remained chained down, there was no use of force only adequate measures of guidance and he snapped his eyes to meet hers but remained silent. This was an odd feeling, and his lips curled; "I'm not sure how you get used to this," he muttered.

It was true, as he fought he allowed his energies to rage a long with him but it made it difficult to think, to conceive a victory through pre-planning but now, he was at maximum power and thinking perfectly clear as an ocean. The channelling ki was a constant reminder and felt as though it pumped through his veins like a tamed Wolf. A stilled predator allowing his prey close but through want to understand the ideals behind her technique. "If you tell anyone about this I may have to kill you," he added on a hushed tone, "Usually souls I allow this close are those I intend to punch three feet from me soon after," huffing a strand of her hair free of his nose he'd allow the grin to widen still and his ki fluctuated suddenly for but a moment; licking at the ceiling before he claimed control again.

Levlidian's smirk extended as she returned the threat followed by a scoff that lacked so much humility if it wasn't for the amusement in his dark eyes, you'd assume he#d adorned an air of irritability. Their auras remained in sync up till her notion toward the cool air and he nodded in agreement seeking to aid her stand by releasing her hands until the collapse began. "Whoa," he reacted by catching her, the warmth of his drained form enveloping her and one arm settled over her shoulders before he burst out laughing. It was funny, at least to him in an ironic way, how many times had he exceeded his limits this way as well but upon realisation that truly she couldn't manage it alone; he stood and collected her legs beneath his arm whilst supporting her head with his chest and strode for the dry embers.

"It takes a while to learn to keep a little aside," he muttered and peered down at her with a warm grin, "I do this more often than not but using my technique requires you learn to keep a little aside; though I'm sure you usually don't spend so long helping someone learn your ways," he quivered and adjusted his stance. It was true, meditation to this extreme level sure drew it out of you. As the young Saiyan settled by the embers he reached across with his hand and out spread his palm. from the center would spark a simple ki manipulation using the void he help close and the blaze reignited. Still supporting Hinawa he settled back against the cavern wall and free watched his palm for a moment.

The warmth of the cavern bloomed like a flower, spreading over the folded limbs now acting as a seat and filling the darkness with a glower of orange and red. It was an odd situation but one Levlidian found himself enjoying more than hating; to cease fighting wasn't as bad as it felt. Here in the night he'd found some solitude with an unlikely creature, until recently he was even aware her kind existed and assumed it was the familiarity of her that eased him so.

"I've never been able to do that before," he muttered then peered down at her and only now noticed the flourish of colour about the cheeks, he furrowed his brow as if he'd not quite connected the jigsaw that was a woman's mind. It didn't take long, soon he too widened his eyes and lowered his hand to the floor to support himself straightening up and allowed it to rest as she sat in his lap.

"Not used to being so close to my wretched kind hm?" the utterance was partly bitter, partly mocking and he nodded as the beast looked on into the flames. Sure enough he#d never looked at another in quite a way that would suggest interest. Fighting was all he lived for but it wasn't hard pressed to notice he acted differently about Hinawa; even he had noticed and the switch baffled him. "I didn't know I had a side like this," he admitted mostly to the flames, "Everything I've experienced until now has been consistent combat or berating; it makes a nice change to know someone like you," he cleared his throat and tipped his chin up as his Pride enveloped him a smidgeon; "Then its a pact, if either of us speaks of the others kinder sides we fight and pound some sense into the other," a small laugh follows and again he finds his eyes drifting to watch her a moment; his complexion unreadable but the eyes showed a level of curiosity; curious of what? Well who knows. Now the void had drifted back to normal and his ki diminished to its dormant state, he hadn't noticed his other hand hadn't relinquished hers.