I'm Sorry! (unboundbydeath) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-04-15 14:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !partner thread, lie ren, pyrrha nikos |
Who: Pyrrha and Lie Ren
What: Training goes a little wrong
When: Early April
Rating: PG
Training with Pyrrha had hardly been easy, but Ren was sure that he had at least started to improve. He could run longer and faster without tiring, and while he was sure that if Pyrrha was going full strength there’d be no way he could keep pace with her, at least now he could run alongside her and not feel as though he was holding her back.
Between the dreams and her own efforts, Pyrrha had been getting stronger and faster. She still didn’t feel as good as she dreamed she was, but she felt like she was getting close. Like she’d told Blake when she ran into her during the apeepcalypse, she was getting abs on her abs.
But she’d also realized that she’d stagnated in her dreams. Without more actual combat experience in the wild, she couldn’t get any better than she was, and it was frustrating. But at least in the waking world she could see improvement.
And Pyrrha liked improving, and not just herself, but her friends. And it was good to see Ren starting to catch up to his dream self, and thus her.
“Lets try sparring today, Ren.”
Ren was more than ready to try sparring against Pyrrha. He had spent most of his life studying martial arts, had even competed internationally, and to add to that, the skills he had learned in his dreams had even started to come through a little. He could jump higher than he’d ever been able to, and he was learning how to channel his aura - a skill that had come in very handy when he and Jaune had been getting attacked by a rabbit. He wondered how Pyrrha’s sparring was. He imagined she hadn’t had much cause to learn how in this life, being a track and field star, but he wasn’t too proud to admit that she was a far stronger fighter than him in the dreams. It could really go either way.
“Very well,” he said, stepping back from Pyrrha a little to get some distance between them. He took his stance, took a breath to steady himself, gave Pyrrha a slight bow of respect, and threw himself at her, opening with a tornado kick.
It was exactly what she needed. Pyrrha had sparred a bit with Ruby, but she was impossible to keep up with now, and hard enough in the dreams. One of these days, when she was good and ready, she’d challenge Ruby to a real match. One of her disappointments with the upcoming tournament was that due to the brackets their teams weren’t likely to come up against one another - though Pyrrha thought that might change at the finals.
She bowed back, then danced to the side, keeping her arms up defensively.
He landed, his right foot barely touching the ground before he followed it up with a spinning roundhouse kick with his left leg.
This was good, this was very good. Pyrrha ducked low, rolling on the ground and coming up with her knee aimed for his solar plexus. It left her vulnerable to some attacks from the side, but sometimes you had to risk it.
Ren saw the opening, but didn’t think he was quick enough to both avoid getting hit himself and landing a blow, so instead he jumped backwards into a series of backflips to put some distance between them. He gave himself a second to rub his chest - the glancing blow had still hurt - before getting into a defensive stance, prepared for Pyrrha to come at him once again.
Pyrrha landed in a crouch, her hand near the metal of a sprinkler. Without meaning to, her semblance activated, and as she charged at Ren, the piping came out of the ground after her, and suddenly every sprinkler and pipe in the grass burst, covering them in spraying water.
Arms raised to defend any attack, Ren took a few quick steps back to avoid whatever Pyrrha threw at him. Unfortunately for him, he hadn’t taken into account how slick the grass underfoot would be, and he slipped and fell backwards.
Trying to recover, Pyrrha slipped as wall, ending on on her face with the pipes dropping on top of her. She covered her head anyway until everything stopped, then lifted her head. Wide-eyed, she called out, “I’m so sorry!”
Ren climbed to his feet and attempted to brush himself off, not that it did much good. His clothes were wet and there was definitely some mud on the bottom of his shirt. He frowned at it in dismay for a moment, before making his way to Pyrrha and offering her a hand to help her get to her feet.
“No harm done,” Ren said. Well, except for his shirt. “Are you okay?” She’d definitely gotten the worst of it.
“I think I’m fine,” Pyrrha replied, taking his hand to be helped to her feet. She stared at the carnage of piping, “I … think I accidentally activated my semblance.”
The piping had been ripped from the ground, leaving trenches behind, and it was all still spouting water like a rainstorm.
“I’d say that seems likely,” Ren said, looking over the damage. “Perhaps we should… leave before someone comes and starts asking questions,” he suggested. It seemed as though sparring was going to be finished early.
“That’s a good idea.” Pyrrha looked at the carnage again, feeling really, really bad. She held out her hands, managing to work some of it back into position but it was still pretty much busted. “Lets uhm. Dry off and get some tea and not tell anyone this happened.”
Ren did felt a little bad for Pyrrha. He still didn’t know what his Semblance was, but having them randomly kicking in while he was sparring and partially destroying a park was something that he hoped he wouldn’t have to deal with. More than that, he felt bad for the city workers who’d have to fix this.
“Deal,” Ren said. He wouldn’t tell anyone, especially since it hadn’t been Pyrrha’s fault at all. Trying to look inconspicuous, he began talking away from the spraying water. “How long have you had your semblance?” he asked.
“A few weeks but it wasn’t that strong until today,” Pyrrha explained. “It fried my phone, I have to get a new one.”
“It sounds like an expensive skill,” he said, a bit of a smile on his face, glad that his own phone hadn’t been broken by the events of the dreams yet. He and Nora were a little more comfortable these days with her new job working for Kanan, but needing to buy a new phone would really be stretching what funds they had. “You’ll learn to control it soon enough,” he assured her. She was somewhat of a master of it in her dreams, after all.