12-19-2011, 01:03 PM
The man seriously doubted he knew pain in the least, and how to handle it. But he eyed him all the same gauging his growing response to his questions. He withstood his gallant proclamation, oh how everyone wanted to vanquish evil, be the knight in shining armor. But his comment told him all he needed to know. That he knew nothing of death, or being the reaper of souls, and the damnation that would be brought upon his own soul.
It happened in an instant, such a big brute like him one would expect him to not move very quickly but his hand was quickly upon his pupil’s neck, gripping it harshly before picking him up, spinning and shoving him against the tree. A low growl escaped his lips as fierce blue eyes gazed the short distance toward him, arm flexing with incredible muscle.
“I do not talk about saving damsels in distress… War, battle is not a beautiful heroic thing, it’s dirty, it’s nasty, it eats at you. It’s life and death boy, and the quicker you realize that what you seek is the corruption of even your soul, the quicker you’ll know what exactly you want in life.” His gripped loosened once he felt his point was across, but he still held him against the tree. A free hand rose up and a finger tapped the boys head as he continued.
“This needs to be stronger than your body,” he said simply, meaning he needed the mental fortitude to continue. “The only way that can happen is to train your body, to endure the pain of endurance, to learn how to push through boundaries you never thought you could.”
It happened in an instant, such a big brute like him one would expect him to not move very quickly but his hand was quickly upon his pupil’s neck, gripping it harshly before picking him up, spinning and shoving him against the tree. A low growl escaped his lips as fierce blue eyes gazed the short distance toward him, arm flexing with incredible muscle.
“I do not talk about saving damsels in distress… War, battle is not a beautiful heroic thing, it’s dirty, it’s nasty, it eats at you. It’s life and death boy, and the quicker you realize that what you seek is the corruption of even your soul, the quicker you’ll know what exactly you want in life.” His gripped loosened once he felt his point was across, but he still held him against the tree. A free hand rose up and a finger tapped the boys head as he continued.
“This needs to be stronger than your body,” he said simply, meaning he needed the mental fortitude to continue. “The only way that can happen is to train your body, to endure the pain of endurance, to learn how to push through boundaries you never thought you could.”