A few lessons. (Helper)

[Rakel]

Rakel stood in a more or less featurless area in the training grounds. It was similar to the rocky surface in a canyon. But without he canyon walls. Though a clear bly sky was overhead with the sun shining giving a comfortable warmth to the place.

His weapon was next to his stabbed into the ground slightly as he waited with his left arm hanging as usual and his right in his pocket. His eye was closed and his head tilted forward slightly.

He had put in a request for further more personalized training in his abilities and specified the time and place as well. Now all he had to do was wait.

[The Helper]

SO, YOU WANTED A TEACHER TO BE LEARNING YOU OF ZE ROPES, YA!?

"Well zen... you can call me..."

"Das Sandmännchen"

"Der Metzgermeister"

"The Master Butcher"

"The Sand Man"

The training room darkened...

..Oozing sounds from all around as the world became alive, and cracks opened up on the floor.

..Blood spilt through the cracks...

And demons swirled around.

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Theme Music:
Zerstören (Destroy)- from the Album Rosenrot
By Rammstein

Walls turned to flesh, as the giant suddenly appeared, as if from nowhere, from the darkness... staring hungrily, as low, blue-lights seemed to.. appear...

There were no pupils in his eyes. His tattoos blue. A giant.. standing over seven feet tall... the obviously barbaric clothing, his exposed chest.. this was.. this was...

"..FOR THIS NEXT PERIOD OF TIME... I SHALL BE ZE TEACHING OF ZE BLADE UMF UNTO YOU, YA!?"

His voice boomed, rancidity in every acrid cloud of his breath washing over Rakel.

"..Now zen, time for us to enjoy ze lesson, ya...?"

The music was still pumping, the rhythmic pounding of the drum obviously getting Der Metzgermeister jumpy. His armored knees were trodding on the ground, cracking it underneath, with every stomp, each time, in time for the beat. Rakel.. this boy's name was Rakel. Had asked for a teacher to help supervise. Unfortunetly, as Professors' Fatman, Winklewood, Felodar, and Der Metzgeremsiter all drew lots for it.. it was Der Metzgermeister's turn. Professor Fatman was sourly disappointed.. he hadn't even gotten a chance to see a single student yet. But, that didn't matter to the Metzgermeister right now.

A smile.

"Zis ist your name, yah? Rakelz.... Rakelz is your name, ya? Asking for ze help in ze handling of.. oooooooh.... UMP BIG LARGE-ASS SWORD, YA!? IT IZT FUN LOOKING, IT IZT FUN LOOKING, YA!?"

A smile that was filled with attrociously large yellow, sharpened teeth. The blue tatoos on his body began to slowly glow.. his left hand resting on his hip, as his right hand drew out the huge polearm with ease, from his back.. slamming it down in the middle of them both. From any onviewer... it appeared as though twisted thoughts suddenly ran through his head, as he mulled over the new huge slice in the floor, his mouth garbling over, muttering something incoherent..

"..Letz.. umpf.. start witz you... STIRKING ME! STIRKING ME! UMPF HAVE AT ME! LET'Z ZEE YOUR STRENGTH, YA!?"

Laughing into the hollowed room of the training grounds.. the wispy demons, unseen, seen, glowering... glowing... some whisps of smoky skeletons and rotting flesh appearing... all laughing with him.. agreeing with him. There was a desire for blood right now. It cared not whose.

The point was now... to get a size up of the student. See how he was... a test.

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Der Metzgermeister

Statistic Type	Statistic Amount	Additional Amounts
Strength:	60 ( Sixty )	+0 ( Zero )
Dexterity:	35 ( Thirty-Five )	+0 ( Zero )
Endurance:	35 ( Thirty-Five )	+0 ( Zero )
Intelligence:	30 ( Thirty )	+0 ( Zero )
Wisdom:	30 ( Thirty )	+0 ( Zero )
Energy:	10 ( Ten )	+0 ( Zero )

[Rakel]

Rakel opened his eye hearing a thundering voice and noticing the area darkening. This really made him pay attention as this had never happend before and the voice suggested someone large or powerful with magic. Then there were the sounds all not sounding too inviting to him. He took note of the blood and the demons and yet didn't budge since they didn't come after him. SO he didn't let it bother him . His eye opened slightly wider at seeing the giant of a person appear though who towered over him.
This man... He is a true warrior. Thought Rakel during his short observation able to spot these sort of things. To say Rakel wasn't intimidated a bit would be a lie. But he was a far cry from being scared. he was even a little elated. After all this guy had an air about him that told Rakel was completely outclassed.

He was curious as to the source of the music. But it didn't really bother him as he pushed it out of his mind not letting it distract him instead focusing on the teacher in front of him. He wondered what the glowing tattoos were for. He knew of certain magic types using tattoos but didn't know much about what they could do.

It was then the man told Rakel to strike him. The student pulled his weapon from the ground and shifted it to rest on his shoulder but also ready for attacking his foe or defending himself. He figured there was no need to say anything to the man at this time so he dashed in and just short of his striking distance (roughly five feet) he pushed off with his right leg moving diagonally to the left and forward slashing diagonally inward down and to the left with his weapon aiming for a blow across the shoulder of his teacher.

Rakel doubted the attack would really get through and if it did he was willing to bet the tattoos that were glowing were giving the man some defensive abilities that Rakel couldn't get through with his level of abilities.