Tyriel's Secondary Magic Training { Private }

Tyriel stood in the center of the training room, she was panting heavily and a bead of sweat ran from her temple. There was nothing else in the room but her, and it appeared rather clean... but right in front of Tyriel was a weapon's rack, and there was a single thing on that rack. A long spear. It just laid there, untouched.

She raised her hands and put her palms outward, facing the spear. From her hands appeared a gold and purple magic circle. It was beautiful and created alot of light. Then, from the spear, particles seemed to peel off it. This was the magical properties she encoded into the spear. Tyriel was decoding and downloading the object into her magical Archive.

She gritted her teeth and concentrated as piece by piece the spear vanished and turned into magical data in which she downloaded.

Once finished, the magic circle disappeared and she heaved over panting. It took alot of magical energy to be able to download and upload objects to be stored within her terminal of magic. This was something she had been working on for months. Tyriel first started with small objects, today it was weapons.
She wanted to be strong, she wanted to be able to fight and protect herself. So she worked hard to be able to have these weapons.. but now her problem, how was she to fight with them? Tyriel never fought hand on hand combat before, she didn't know how to hold a weapon properly.

She stood up and inhaled, taking a deep breath and exhaling. Pushing her hair back around her body she placed her hands out, except this time, her elbows were bent in and her palms facing upwards. A light circle erupted from her hands and soon small data particles pieced themselves back together. I appeared like small floating lights fell around her hands and glued themselves to each other. It took a minute but she soon had that very same spear in her hands. She was capable of downloaded objects and reuploading them to her body. This was her form of requip.
She would get faster each time. She had to..

Tyriel sighed, but now what to do with it? She held the metal spear in her hand and felt it's weight. Was she making a fool of herself? she stared intently at the weapon before placing it once more in the rack. Just to download it again. She could at least practice getting faster.

She had completed the Requip and Upload once more before she heard his words behind her. Tyriel was a little startled but had let it slide over her. She turned to look at her guildmaster, the Spear resting in her right hand. She looked at it and glanced at him. " I want to become stronger... " she said completely ignoring his question. She figured it wasn't one he wanted a sarcastic answer to anyways.

What she told him was the truth, after everything that was happening lately, she couldn't be weak. She wanted nothing more to protect the guild and everyone in it. This was her new family, and she wouldn't let them slip through her fingers and die. Not like her mother and father who died protecting her. Not like the entire city that was purged due to her. Or like the love of her life that died to let her escape... She blamed herself for not being strong enough. Why did everyone have to die for her sake??

So Tyriel felt that she needed to become strong, so they wouldn't have all died in vain, that she too can give up her life for someone precious.
She clenched her hand around the spear and blinked hard. She was trying hard not to cry.
" Teach me..." She muttered softly to Ardere before bowing her head respectively. " Teach me Kirei!!" She then yelled out, no longer caring that she cried. She had too much pent up feelings about training. She wanted to learn how to fight.
" Teach me to fight, teach me to protect my family." Tyriel stood back up at looked at her master Ardere. They had just recently strengthened their relationship. He did make her an Ace as it was. The woman had a determined face, there was no way she would back down, even if he said no.

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A great wave of relief flooded over Tyriel as he seemed open to the idea of training her. It wasn't because of the fact that she was worried about being turned down, it was that she knew she was in good hands. She smiled at her master as he explained what he knew about the weapon she had chosen. While that would not be the only weapon she would fight with, it was certainly a start.
The woman gave a nod and walked over to pick up another spear. She opted for him to keep the one he had in his hand so he could give a better example. However, just before she grasped the new weapon Tyriel stopped to think.

She looked back at the one he had and then again at the one she hesitated in front of. This was the part where she would get her practice in, but she wasn't just here to learn how to fight with a weapon, she was also here to learn how to achieve greatness with a weapon. So instead of grabbing a new one, Tyriel turned back and held out her hands.

It was easy to make the object whole after downloading it, but duplication? This was a difficult process. She gritted her teeth and felt her magical power erupt around her.
Tyriel concentrated as magic circles illuminated her palms and the light swept over her. Her brows furrowed and she felt her whole muscles tighten as pieces of magic flew around her, piecing themselves together and forming a new spear....

Taking a few moments it was finally complete and Tyriel leaned over panting, but in her hands was a complete duplicate of the spear Ardere carried... however, this one was made up of complete magical particles, one's stronger than what she had taken in. Tyriel smiled and faced her teacher, staff in hand she looked at him with a determined face.

" I don't care what it takes."

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While her master and teacher was removing the unnecessary armor from his person's, Tyriel leaned her spear against a rack and placed her hands underneath her hair. She pulled on it and finally was able to put it up in a long ponytail. It was still massively long but at least this way it was out of her face.
She waited for him to get more comfortable and then listened as he explained what he wanted her to do. Copy movement, easy. Using her magic, she studied each movement he performed, each strand of muscle work. Tyriel waited for her turn before stepping up in a stance with the weapon she provided herself.

With a determined look she slowly produced the same movement, unable to do it as fast as her master, but that was because of her lack of strength.
She panted and was sweating a bit after all of that, feeling the effect of her magic loss. She wasn't about to quit now, when they just started!
She looked at him and arched a brow.

He wanted her to attack him?? Was that such a safe idea?... Tyriel felt a bit nervous about it, until he took his stance. He was 100% sure about it and she wasn't going to take him as a fool. He would be fine, he was stronger than her, so much stronger.

Tyriel took her stance, she took a fast second to transverse into her mind all the knowledge she had on spear fighting. The woman had an arsenal on information on all fighting styles, years worth of information she read for light reading in the library.

It was time.

She burst forward, lunging the head of the weapon from a low right side to a high left, sweeping across his chest. Then following the trajectory of her angle by spinning on her heel, letting the end follow a direct line with the tip.
She completed a full spin to thrust the weapon forward, aimed right at his chest, then brought it up to block any incoming attacks.

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Her attacks stopped as he grabbed her weapon and she cursed herself on the inside. Tyriel gritted her teeth. It was true, she didn't know what to do in a situation like this. Counter by kicking, or punching.... She had never hit anyone in her life.. with meaning it 100% that is.
She grunted slightly as he pushed her back and she lets her eyes stay fixated on him.

Tyriel always depended on what was in books, the answers were always there at the touch of her fingertips, all she had to do was find them... But what he asked her to do, to rely on her instincts, was like guessing. One wrong answer could mean death. But she would not be able to fight with words.. She had to feel it in her heart.

She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as he egged her on again. This time she would give it all that she had, and it would be from what she felt, not what she has read.
Tyriel screamed out and sprung forward, her magical aura erupting around her in a soft light.
She attacked with all the ferocity she possessed, bringing the weapon over her shoulder in a downward swing and then flipping it back under her arm to thrust forward before stepping to swing her leg around horizontally in a round kick.

She felt like an animal attacking this way, but this is where she could make her mistakes appropriately. Tyriel brought the spear around, the tip nearly scraping against the ground to slash at his chest once more.

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His face turned up into a smirk and Tyriel smiled back. He had blocked every single one of her advances, but he at least recognized her as a opponent An amatuer one but a foe indeed.
The woman watched him slide back and she arched her brow at his question.
She instantly grew a smile ear to ear and in her hands the weapon disintegrated into small amounts of magical data.
It took a moment but she was finally able to recreate a new weapon; this time it was a katana however.
At first it appeared like a generic blade, one that you can find almost anywhere down in Midi. But this blade, was created using magical genetics, studying the creation of these fine blades from a book, Tyriel was able to recreate an amazing product. The Hamon glistened a beautiful silver with hints of violet hue; And the Tsuka matched with a violet twine.

She smirked and grasped the sword in front of her, using two hands she shifted her foot back and faced him directly.
" Like this Kirei?" she asked using the traditional word for Commander. She really respected his way of life, and didn't do this to mock him. She hoped he would see it that way.
Tyriel gave another smirk before equipping into a Hakama, which was the traditional garment used for Kendo. She bowed respectfully before facing her opponent once more.


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His demonstration of how to use the blade was magnificent. Seeing him like this now sent a wave of emotion over her. He was so confident on the way he handled Clarent. She nodded in answer to his instruction. That would make sense to aim for the most vital spot on an individual...
But was she sure that she could kill someone?...

Tyriel studied him well and felt confident enough in herself to attack him. To drop all fear.
She took a deep breath and took her stance once more, shifting her right foot back and squatting lower. By bringing back the hilt of her blade to her cheek, the way her wrist tilted caused the one sided blade to turn up, the soft curve parallel with the ground.
Tyriel used her short height advantage by swooping in low by stepping forward, her knee almost to the ground, and lifting up suddenly with her other foot to leap in the air. The blade would be brought across his chest and Tyriel would spin mid air, bringing the blade around to try and catch him in the shoulder.

Upon landing she would tuck and roll behind him, once more bringing the blade up to try and cut him at his knees. She grinned as she felt this within herself, finding her advantages. The biggest one is her size. Being faster than most lumbering opponents. She certainly wasn't as fast as Ardere, which came with years of training, but amateur opponents. Definitely.