[[He Might Have Punched Him Hard]] - Tumblr Posts
13th-dragon-prince--[[Prior]]
It was an instinct to scope out the world, and it took only a few moments to take stock of everything around; metals and crystals bound by rock and plant here and there to jump over, encircled walls to climb and scamper to hide them from the sight of the unknown, a nice flat area with small puddles of collected rainwater but nothing deep enough to swim within. A playpen just for them. Hands on his hips Whillow listened to the others as pointed ears picked up the sound of Featherflame walking away, that well known sound of those solid boots coming up to him with a shift in the Hyur's posture which made the gecko’s thin brows furrow as he turned with that curious blink.
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The soft press of that weight to his chest and lap were comforting, welcome. He found himself...enjoying it, even leaning into it, as the dragon leaned into him. It was a familiarity he wasn't used to. One of someone who connected to him at such a instinctual level that he couldn't deny.
And Bryn felt a little bad.
Whillow had relaxed against him, closed his eyes, offered him that trust as Bryn planned to put him through the ringer, and he felt a little bad about it. But only a little. Especially after that tail curl had his breath catching and his eyes flicking down to the base of it. The damn gecko needs clothes. And he needed to get his mind back on focus. Thankfully, the gecko slid off the chocobo, landing easily on the ground, and taking a look around the area. His heavy boots followed, thumping against the ground as he turned to Featherflame, placing his gun on the saddle, tying it down, and then patting Featherflame's neck, murmuring, "Go on girl, you won't want to be here."
Featherflame looked at him with a questioning gaze, or as questioning as a chocobo could look, before plodding off with a little chirp, leaving Bryn to turn and face Whillow as he wandered around close by.
It was a perfect place to train, nothing but metal chained rocks, crystal, and flat ground with little puddles, giving them plenty of area to fight, to train, to begin teaching. His gaze scanned once more, just to make sure that they were truly alone, and then began to turn towards Whillow, and rapidly approach.
His foots thudded over the ground, walking straight through a puddle, the water splashing, letting that beast within him coil, curl, rise, his strength increasing, eyes sharpening, senses heightened as he took a step, landed within a fulm of the little gecko, his left foot slid forward, planted horizontal to Whillow, right fist suddenly cocked back, breath sucked in, and right as Whillow turned, his hips twisted, his fist flashed forward, and with a grunt, his balled up fist slammed into the petite male's chest with the full force of his body behind it.
And he sent Whillow flying. The heavy, but still small dragon didn't stand a chance, the force of the burly soldier's entire body devastating to a normal human, but to the keratin covered dragon, it was just enough to hurt, and send him head over heels through puddles, across rock, and finally coming to a rest about fifteen fulm from his original position, the slow, easy breath hissing from Bryn's lips as he shook his fist softly, calling out to him. "That's why you need to learn how to block."
He slowly approached the dragon, his fists coming up, loose, steady, protecting his face, neck, and chest, jerking his head towards the little gecko and ordering, "Come on, get up. You enemy isn't going to wait for you to get back to your feet. And protect yourself!"
Get up Bryn! Fight! You aren't going to be far away and sniping the entire time! His Captain, the one who had trained him, handed him a rifle after learning he could shoot, taking him under his wing and training him. He owed his battle knowledge to that man, his mentor, and now, now he would pass on that same knowledge to someone new, the same way he was trained. By beating it into him.
He paused for a moment, and then rapidly amended his statement, growling out, "No claws or teeth! You aren't trying to kill me, you are trying to knock me over, knock me down, take control. And I will be trying to do the same."