Post by ✠Asmoskon Masurao✠ on Jan 12, 2015 17:34:36 GMT -5
Asmoskon sheathed the training jian once again as Nonna feel to the ground in pain. It was clear to Asmoskon that the last attack against her was far above the current skill that she possessed, but he hoped that the message he sent through that message was interpreted correctly. Asmoskon knew that he had to be hard on Nonna as a teacher, but the way that he planned to teach her had the possibility of sending her mixed signaled and signs if she took what he did in the wrong way. Asmoskon hadn't just done that last attack to prove himself stronger, but instead had done it to prove to Nonna that nearly anything is possible in battle.
Asmoskon could hear the sound of Nonna in a great deal of pain and could tell that while she spoke on being able to take hits se still had yet to experience true pain even that of physical. He was going to have to toughen her up to the point that an arrow wouldn't make any type of difference to her. He ten watched as Nonna spoke about how much he was like her father again. Asmoskon for some reason felt strangely like he was being pushed away from her yet at the same time like he needed to watch over her.
Asmoskon walked over to Nonna as she spoke with all of her emotions leaking from her soul. He could tell tht she couldn't even control what she was saying right now it was as if a wall had come down and right now he was the only person that she could put all of her despair and freight upon to take it away and shoulder it for her. Asmoskon had promised himself that he would never grow attached to another person especially a girl, but the small light of his soul pushed through the darkness that gripped it tightly.
He knew that if he never helped another person again and just fought all his life against the Vadenreich that nothing would change because he would turn himself into even more of a monster. The black haired Quincy walked over to Nonna and placed his right hand on her head as she began to struggle against saying the word brother. Asmoskon knew how she had felt and would do his best to train her yet not display the small light that had for the first time since his own lost been fed.
"Lets go Nonna. You're going to have to be healed of those injuries so we can continue tomorrow." Asmoskon walked over and picked up his coat putting it back on his body and then walked over and picked up both of the training weapons that he had brought for Nonna to use. "Once we get you patched up we'll grab some breakfast." Asmoskon spoke the words of a family member yet his voice still wasn't soft or welcoming it remained stern and filled with what many would call spite. However, those traits wouldn't feel directed towards Nonna even as he looked at her.
Asmoskon could hear the sound of Nonna in a great deal of pain and could tell that while she spoke on being able to take hits se still had yet to experience true pain even that of physical. He was going to have to toughen her up to the point that an arrow wouldn't make any type of difference to her. He ten watched as Nonna spoke about how much he was like her father again. Asmoskon for some reason felt strangely like he was being pushed away from her yet at the same time like he needed to watch over her.
Asmoskon walked over to Nonna as she spoke with all of her emotions leaking from her soul. He could tell tht she couldn't even control what she was saying right now it was as if a wall had come down and right now he was the only person that she could put all of her despair and freight upon to take it away and shoulder it for her. Asmoskon had promised himself that he would never grow attached to another person especially a girl, but the small light of his soul pushed through the darkness that gripped it tightly.
He knew that if he never helped another person again and just fought all his life against the Vadenreich that nothing would change because he would turn himself into even more of a monster. The black haired Quincy walked over to Nonna and placed his right hand on her head as she began to struggle against saying the word brother. Asmoskon knew how she had felt and would do his best to train her yet not display the small light that had for the first time since his own lost been fed.
"Lets go Nonna. You're going to have to be healed of those injuries so we can continue tomorrow." Asmoskon walked over and picked up his coat putting it back on his body and then walked over and picked up both of the training weapons that he had brought for Nonna to use. "Once we get you patched up we'll grab some breakfast." Asmoskon spoke the words of a family member yet his voice still wasn't soft or welcoming it remained stern and filled with what many would call spite. However, those traits wouldn't feel directed towards Nonna even as he looked at her.