Interrupted Training

Mila rolled her human weight to her toes, then back to her heels again. Her mouth twitched in one of the corners, a smile teasing her lips. She wondered what else she could do, now that Melissa had awoken her when she'd become a werewolf. She glanced around again, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the faded colors. Her ears picked up his receding footsteps, and her dark blue eyes flickered toward him again.

She followed after him slightly, the whole walking on two feet thing new to her. It felt weird not to have something behind her to stabilize herself. Her head perked slightly at the thought of learning yet another thing. She felt as if Slater could teach her a lot of things.

"Aright, alright I'm coming. Jeesh" Mila smiled, only teasing. She skipped, bouncing from foot to foot until she caught up with him. "So what's next?" Mila glanced sideways at him, a slight grin on her lips.

[It's okay. Mines not much better haha]

Sighing, the demon moved quickly following the sound of running water. Skipping trees and rocks he finally reached the edge of the river, stopping right between the edge and the coming forest. Turning around and having the starting trees and pines at his right, several rocks the ended in the river's edge, he looked at his surrounding with an evil grin. Everything he could see could be used as a weapon. The several rocks of different sizes and shaped, the long and pointy branches at the feet of the trees, even the ones still attached to the truck over their heads with pointy endings like of someone broke the branch on half, leaving the other piece at the ground. Even the ground and the water could be used as effective weapons. Here and at any other place, natural or urban like in the city, where you had even more weapons than here, every place could be lethal. You just needed to have a very sadistic and evil mind to see everything as a weapon.
 
Sated leaned down and took some small rocks in his hand and a medium branch with the other, straightening again and looking at Mila. “Look. These things, and everything your eyes can see around, could be used as a weapon. Now, attack me, but do not dare in shifting. You can also use your fists and feet, but I prefer you to use other things. Anything. Try to move me, send me to where to want and use your environment to finish me off. I will not attack, just defend. You will learn attack with your own movements and defense with mine.” Throwing the rocks and the branch to the ground again, he moved one leg to the front and the other a step backwards. His hands opened and slightly blended at his waist level, prepared for any attack she could give. His eyes flashing and his expression serious.





Sorry the delay, I actually replied a very long post and it got deleated -___- Later I forgot I didn't reply, sorry.

[No worries. I'm suffering major writers block, just don't have the ambition I guess, so I'm sorry if this is terrible]

Mila followed him quietly, he had dodged her question and instead to continue on in silence. She wished she could strike up some sort of conversation with Slater, but he seemed to be very determined to keep their company to a Teacher and Student level only. Whatever, Mila shook her human head, trying to get the hair out of her face. God this was irritating. She wished they could go back to their wolf selves, it was much more comfortable. But Mila kept quiet, knowing that Slater would probably just get angry with her if she brought it up.

They reached a point where the river was on one side and the forest was on the other when Slater stopped. Mila wondered for a moment as he bent down to pick up a rock as well as a branch, then straightened up to look at her again, gesturing with the items. He talked about how anything around her could be used as a weapon, and she couldn't help but fold her arms and raise an eyebrow. "I don't understand. Why do I need to know this? Melissa always leaves the fighting in wolf form to me, and I let her control this stuff. There's no point in me doing this.." Mila left off in an annoyed tone, glaring at the rock he'd thrown to the ground. She kicked it once, sending it flying over to the water's edge.

Mila chewed on the inside of her cheek before she made her next move. Quickly she stepped onto a nearby branch causing it to fling up in the air to where she caught it swiftly with both hands. It was a rather large branch, nice and long, and it felt awkward in the human hands. Not wasting a moment she swung around as if in the middle of a softball game, aiming for the back of Slater's knees since she was standing behind him at the moment. She barely caught herself from over swinging, letting the branch twist so she could hold it within one hand. With her other hand she dug at the dirt beneath her feet, flinging some towards Slater's eyes. 'That's gonna sting like a bitch.' Melissa thought, praising Mila for the moment. Mila grinned, looking for her next weapon.

He was just about to reply when his eyes noticed her attacking and the air around him brushed his hair with her quick movement, smiling slightly as he blended his knees to surpress the hit, feeling the branch hitting him but not causing any damage, his sight looking at the comming dirt and closing his eyes just before some of it could enter. Laughing he took advantage of her position and moved his foot quickly, trapping hers and slithing it to open her legs, with one finger in her forehead he pushed her backwards making her felt over her ass.

Backing some steps again he looked at her attentively with a grin in his face. "I must say you are good, but not enough for me, dear. I have more years of experience, not just in fighting as a wolf but also like this. Nice play with the dirt. Remember you are against a werewolf here, every movement, every attack, I can use all my senses to catch and dodge it before you could hit. You need to take down my senses first. Think! Here, what can you use that makes most of my senses fall in just one attack?" He removed the dirt in his hair and face, a little annoyed and looked at her again, waiting.

Mila growled as her rear end thumped against the ground. She shook her head violently, wanting the stray hairs out of her face. She pushed herself to her feet quickly, not bothering to wipe the dust and dirt from her knees. She would probably only be thrown to the ground again in a moment anyway.

She thought quickly to herself. Take out his senses? Well she'd tried to take his sight with the dirt, but some how that had failed too. With each failed attempt Mila gets more frustrated. How does he expect her to know what to do, when everything she tries fails. She huffs thickly. Forget strategy, She thinks to herself. Let's just be a bit random. Mila isnt sure how well it will work, but its her last shot so she figures she will give it her best shot.

Her first move is to swing her arms to the ground, picking up an assortment of small sharp rocks and chucking them at his face and torso. While she advances she picks up her branch once again, aiming a blow to the side of his knee while he's distracted with the rocks. She hits her target, but again it wasn't what she was hoping for. Quickly she does a front hand spring, landing in a crouch as she swings her left leg to sweep up his feet. He jumps effortlessly but this time she's ready and pushes herself off the ground, using her weight to crash into his torso. The impact sends them both stumbling backwards, towards the stream.

Overheard are a few good branches yet and Mila quickly jumps up to grab hold of one. She swings her legs, kicking in random spurts. As he defends and swipes away her legs she tries to hook her ankles around his kneck. Once she finally gets a hold she yanks down at the branch, hearing the CRACK as it breaks away from the tree and falls quickly. Mila pushes off his neck with her feet, doing a tuck and roll as the branch falls atop Daiken. Pine needles scatter in his hair and there's no doubt he's either furious or laughing at her. Mila doesn't wait to find out, instead she keeps advancing. She scoops up a couple more rocks, throwing the first at his face and then a couple at his torso and lower waist, aiming especially at his package. She didn't care she was taking cheap shots anymore, she just wanted to manage to knock him down.

She throws one more rock then aims a donkey kick at his chest. He grabs hold of her ankle with ease and sends her flying into the cold shallow water of the stream. She winces as she lands, her ankle throbbing. She can't rest long though because Daiken is advancing. Again she bolts upright, rising with a wave of water. It seems kidish, but she splashes and aims at Daiken's face, trying to hinder his vision. While she kicks water up towards his face she grabs another rock, heavier than the rest she'd held. Like a baseball pitch she throws it at him, clipping his shoulder. As he recoils from the hit Mila full on tackles him, her hands going around his throat as they crash into the water. Quickly she straddles him, using her weight to hold him down. His whole body lays in the water now, even though it barely reaches his ears. One of her hands stays at his throat, another holding a jagged rock ready to strike.

Mila stops then, her chest heaving as she tries to steady her breathing. One of her knees is pressed firmly into Daiken's tensed gut, the other leg braced against his side. She can feel his heart beat through her hand around his neck, where most of her weight it concentrated to. She waits for a reaction of any kind, wether it be laughter or rage. She highly doubted she would get any praise from this round.