In an open plain of soft green grass, the gentle rays of an early afternoon sun beamed down upon it and it's sparse Red Cedar wood trees which casted shadows in a western direction. Within this plain are two men locked in a sparring session. "Hah!, is that all you got Romerix?" Jeremiah said with a deep and rough voice. "You got to do better then that boy!" Jeremiah standing at six foot, two inches, his skin is dawned with that of an olive complexion, short spikey black hair, adorned in an ancient Spartan like attire and an facial expression of like one who is agitated or annoyed. "I'll show you exactly what I can do uncle!" Romerix shouted with a tone lingering more onto the deeper side then the higher side.
He was a young adolescent standing at five foot, seven inches, long and black was his flowing hair, a complexion of olive to his skin pallet like Jeremiah's, and he also adorned an ancient Spartan attire, his facial expression shrouded in seriousness. With a swift motion, Romerix pushed a right fist into the direction of a haymaker towards Jeremiah, being able to react to something considered slow to Jeremiah, a far quicker swatting motion was used by Jeremiah to swiftly deflect the incoming haymaker. After deflecting Romerix's haymaker, Jeremiah responded with a fluid and agile combination of strikes by his fists, each strike would be missed within the blink of an eye as they each hit with the force of a sledgehammer against a brick wall upon contact with Romerix's face, sharp and piercing jolts of pain like a zap of electricity dispersed throughout his jaw bone.
Taking a few steps backwards and dropping down onto one knee, now bleeding from a split lip, Romerix is taken aback by this sudden release of strikes that struck him. "G-gah w-what the hell was that!?" Romerix said with shock to his tone. "it's called a punch that hurts." Jeremiah said sarcastically. "Tch I'll show you a punch that hurts uncle." Romerix responded agitated. Annoyed and agitated, Romerix stood to his feet, charging towards Jeremiah with determination to win this sparring match. Upon reaching Jeremiah, Romerix sent towards him a fast paced and quick flurry of fists, aiming for his face. With each strike upon the flurry of many, Jeremiah would both block with fast precision and dodge with elegant movements with an expression one would call annoyed. "your punches are becoming sloppy boy, you are letting your emotions control your actions" Jeremiah said with a sigh to his tone as the final strike Romerix sent towards his face was caught by Jeremiah by his right hand with a grip one would say like a vice.
Upon gripping his tightly clenched fist, Jeremiah responded with a counter punch straight to Romerix's lower abdomen in the location of his stomach. "GUAHH!" Romerix said contorted in pain, the wind knocked out of his lungs and the feeling only made his stomach feels as if someone was twisting it in two different ways. Once again Romerix took a few steps back, hands upon where his stomach was located. "*Cough* g-give me *cough* a moment t-that hurt alot ghh!" Romerix said gasping for air and coughing, the pain only intensified with each passing second. "Oh come on" Jeremiah scoffed "it wasn't even that hard of a punch Romerix, I was holding back as much as I needed to" "you were holding back!?" He responded in disbelief. It feels like a Antullo rammed it's head into me."
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Romerix responded in complaint. "Quit your whining boy if you think on your journey in life people are going to pull back their punches like i just did, then sorry to break it to you they won't". Jeremiah spoke with sternness and a raised tone, his expression had anger written all over it. "They will hit you, beat you, break you, try any dirty trick in the book to win and kill you if they have to. I am merely giving you a taste of what the world will bring you. Jeremiah crossed his arms above his chest as he continued to give Romerix a pep talk about why he can't be soft. "it does not care if you can not handle a mere strike or if you complain about anything. If you are soft and weak the world will use it against you to it's advantage without a second thought, understand Romerix?" "Yes I understand uncle.
"Romerix responded with a disheartened look, he never really liked when Jeremiah spoke to him in such a way as it made him feel as if he wasn't doing good enough. "I may be a hard arse Romerix but it's for your own good, there will come a time when you'll look back onto this conversation and see I was right." Jeremiah spoke in a calm and reassuring manner to bring Romerix's spirits back up. "I appreciate pep talk uncle now can we get back to training?" Romerix asked "I think that's for the best now try and hit me like you mean it" Jeremiah responded, lowering his arms down to his sides. Romerix taking a couple steps forward, once again began to attack Jeremiah with a fast paced set of clean and precise flurry of strikes towards his abdomen and face.
Jeremiah in return responded with taking a couple steps back, using both his forearms and hands to block and deflect the flurry Romerix is sending his way. "Good you are doing better then before I can actually feel a tingling sensation within my hands and arms" Jeremiah said, his expression lighting up. "This isn't all I can do uncle!" Romerix shouted with an angered expression. As he planted his feet firmly on the rich soil of the ground, bending his body to the right and cocking his right arm as far back as his body abled him to.
A soft and gentle glow of gold energy similar to that of oil enveloped around the fist and lower forearm of Romerix's right arm. "HAAAHHH!" Romerix shouted with everything his lungs had and as loud as his voice box allowed sound to escape from his vocal cords. With a fast paced frontal motion and movement of his right side and right arm, Romerix brought a powerful and mighty Fist infused with Chai directly in contact with Jeremiah's sternum.
With feet planted firmly upon the ground, the force behind such a punch was strong enough to cause Jeremiah to move backwards as if someone would be pushing him as he came to a halt from the motion inflicting his body. He began to feel a high level of discomfort within his chest, the pain was a small infliction like if he was to bump into a wall, Rubbing his sternum Jeremiah smiled at Romerix's effort. "Well well boy you actually managed to hit me and cause a small amount of pain, you impressed me." Jeremiah said, his expression slightly happy. "Hehe well you did tell me to hit you like i meant it" Romerix Responded smugly.
