Fantasy The Shadow of The Seal

[Wyll]

The Fire

Navon
Hara

The spar had left a low hum of excitement vibrating through Navon's body. He slowly let Kygo's hand go, now that he was certain that he wasn't going to lose his neck. The recruit claimed that the strike wouldn't have landed, but Navon wasn't looking to take such chances. At least, it helped that the recruit had at least intended not to cause harm - it was a good feeling, knowing that your trainee doesn't want to take your head off.

Navon pats Kygo on the head. To say that Navon was smiling would be to call a single raindrop a storm. However, that was more than most people were able to pull out of the pessimistic veteran. Navon saw the promise Kygo had from he day they were paired together and today was the first time it looked like Kygo saw it as well.

"You fought well," he started. This time - done with the fight - his voice was gentler, soft even. However, the depth of his voice still caused his words to leave his lips with a distinct hum to them. "You delivered an attack that only last week, you would have had no ability to defend. So, yes, you win."

His eyes suddenly narrow, the proud look that they had carried only moments before was now washed by one of scrutiny as Navon's eyes scan Kygo. "But why did you win? I was bigger, stronger, you were only slightly faster, we had the same moves. So tell me, what was your advantage?"

The harshness had returned to Navon's voice, as if he had simply been plating at good cop when he congratulated Kygo on the win, and now bad cop was back. Everything about his countenance right now was strict and stern, as if he were an overbearing light shining down on Kygo watching his every move.

Marquis crossed his arms and looked at Kygo expectantly. For him, simply winning - simply surbibinh- wasn' enough. But you needed to be able to articulate the circumstances that led to your win so that you can recreate that win over and over again. And - which is more important - so that somebody doesn't claim the same victory over you.

"Victory alone is not enough, Kygo. For victory means nothing if you just happen to chance upon it. You must create your own victory." He grabbed Kygo's hand and held it up. "With this," then poked the center of Kygo's head "this," and, finally, placed a strong, warm hand on Kygo's chest, over his heart, "and this. You must first see it in your mind. You must know yourself and know your opponent and find the victory in that knowledge." His voice had returned to a gentler tone but there was still some bite in it. "Once you can see it, you must believe it - give no room for doubt or fear. For fear slows you down and doubt leads to chaos and one's own demise. Finally," he said, going back to holding Kygo's hands. "You must work out every second of that victory with these two hands, with your body. Until every fiber of your being is involved in the fight, you have created no victory, only chanced upon it. And chance...luck...is a fickle thing."

His eyes were narrowed to daggers the entire time he spoke, glaring harshly at Kygo. That look in his eyes made it clear that this was about as serious a warning as any other Navon had ever given. You carry far too much promise. You, especially, I cannot allow to become complacent. He was aware that the last thing the recruit wanted was a lesson after wining the fight, but Navon was going to give it anyway and offered no apologies for that.

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