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Miburo
The Nevadian vanished from sight towards the stratosphere as a result of the Toadians mighty blow, creating a torrent of rain that drenched the parched land below.
Perhaps it was not simply a torrent, but the summoning of a storm?
The moment lingered in time, before being suddenly shattered.
From within the heavens above, the Golden Spear of the Nevadian bolted down from the heavens like lightning, the blunt back-end of his spear striking Praxat in the back of her skull with enough force to down her to the earth below like a duck before a scatter gun.
However, the storm had barely began to form, the lightning serving as the herald for the thunder that was to come.
From below, Praxat might have been able to discern a dot, rapidly growing larger and larger in scale in the moment between blinks.
Miles. Yards. Meters.
Feet.
The Nevadian landed upon the torso of his apprentice, feet first with little consideration for the roughness of his landing. A thunderous rumble emanated from the earth below, as it shook and shattered violently from the pressure.
"That wasn't half bad Praxat!" The Nevadian exclaimed with a smile, nodding in approval, "I mean, I would have maybe took it a step further and hit me, but I suppose that I didn't see that coming at the very---"
The smile of the Nevadian faded he noticed his apprentices damaged and mangled right arm.
".....Well. It's what I would have said if you didn't cripple yourself at the start of a fight..."
I was thinking I might be able to teach her to use her sword as well, but....Fighting with one arm is difficult for an experienced warrior, let alone a neophyte.
He went silent for a moment, reflecting upon something.
"Come to think of it, don't you do that alot? I never bothered to say anything, since I wasn't paid to, but since I'm teaching you now---Actually, hold that. Why hasn't Dash told you to stop doing that? She was your tutor before this, wasn't she?"
The Nevadian recalled hearing similar tales from others, supporting the instances he had seen himself. It gave the scientist the reputation of being 'reckless' if one were to be charitable.
"It's a rather glaring hole in your style that hardly needs an innate talent for battle to pick up on..."
Held bent his legs, before hopping off of the body of his apprentice to solid ground nearby. He stroked his chin.
"I can't tell if you're a slow learner, or if she's not the type to worry about details... With a technique that carries so many detriments, you should try to position yourself into an advantageous situation, not use it at the first sing of trouble....You're already down a limb and we've barely begin to skirmish..."
Maybe I should go even easier on her? I wasn't going to go all out from the getgo, but she's wrecked her arm so ba---
Understanding dawned upon the Nevadian.
"Or...Maybe it was because you two were so close, she couldn't bring herself to take on the role of critic? I understand, fighting is a very personal thing...Separating the personal and professional, is easier said than done"
The smile from his face faded, his visage one of a jaded professional, cold as ice. He picked up his spear, returning it to its capsule in a puff of smoke.
"But, don't worry about that with me. You paid for my guidance, and a Nevadian takes a transaction very seriously. You'll get no special treatment here."