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onewhoisall) wrote2012-11-03 08:35 pm
onewhoisall) wrote2012-11-03 08:35 pm
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I move, silently and effortlessly beside him running with him in time. He has his abilities to rely upon but this was who I was born to be. Effortless, deadly, silent, ruthless. I train him hard, waiting as I hit each part of him first with fists and sticks and leg strikes until his body is warmer and until his reactions are quicker. This was the warm up.
And then I made him run, suicide drills, back and forth. Until his breath is quicker, until there is sweat on his brow and until he is beginning to understand. I won't stop, not yet. I move to intercept him suddenly, pressing my body against his and leaning my weight into his before bending and using his momentum to throw him over my body. My lips curl into a smile before I turn my head.
"Always expect the unexpected... now push ups, two hundred. Then you may have a break," I say simply, the may hinting at the possibility. We have been training for hours so far but it isn't enough just yet. He has to be stronger, he has to be quicker, he has much to learn.
And then I made him run, suicide drills, back and forth. Until his breath is quicker, until there is sweat on his brow and until he is beginning to understand. I won't stop, not yet. I move to intercept him suddenly, pressing my body against his and leaning my weight into his before bending and using his momentum to throw him over my body. My lips curl into a smile before I turn my head.
"Always expect the unexpected... now push ups, two hundred. Then you may have a break," I say simply, the may hinting at the possibility. We have been training for hours so far but it isn't enough just yet. He has to be stronger, he has to be quicker, he has much to learn.