Post by Chephros on Feb 16, 2007 0:02:09 GMT -5
Chephros wandered back to the training grounds. He was going to do some basic hand to hand practice on his own, or at least he originally planned to do that, and so he didn't have his blades with him. Those were left in his locked room. He did have his armored clothes however. He was in a small area, that looked more like a ruined stone place with an open roof. It was a clear sky with a crescent moon and the stars were clear as the school was in the air and thus closer. Much easier to see than through the haze that covered some areas of the Earth. Moving to the area, Chephros simply started with some basic exercises he had seen some students doing once on another pass through the training grounds. Having asked those students as well what there was one could do, besides the things he did in the demonic realm anyway, there were only a few things different. For example these people stretched their limbs behind their backs, their arms more specifically, as well as their legs for some reason. He had no idea why but figured it did something.
Doing some push ups then sit ups, it was a basic workout for him. He hadn't done it in a while, having done it only a few times in the village he blooded himself at, and having done a small bit in his room once or twice. Following those he did some arms stretches and then flapped his wings a bit. He kept them moving, lightly so he wouldn't actually fly, but enough to where he was lighter than normal. This way they would be strengthened by having repeated use. Then he simply created fighting situations in his mind using what he had seen. Students with various magical abilities, weapons he had seen everywhere including guns and such, and also himself. He fought what he figured was himself so that he knew how he worked and how he could be countered. In that way he figured out how to fight someone fighting him in a purely defensive mode, and not using their own abilities.
His punches were small jabs and some uppercuts and he used his wings for spinning kicks to the face, his wings allowing him to spin rapidly and keep in the air for a double spin roundhouse/spin kick. He also found a way to use them to force the air forward or behind him without really moving him, as well as do the same WITH moving him. Of course the with movement he had already known seeing as he used that already. It helped push someone back while he moved away. His mind tried recalled where exactly he had used it but it seemed to slip his mind. Instead his mind drifted back to the now two things that he could easily focus on. Ever since the first Demonology class there had been a second memory standing out in his mind, his time with the vampiress on the council of the Blood Society.
He wasn't exactly going to sit there and relive that in his mind though, or the certain thing that was causing rather painful flashbacks, as they caused him a deep mental pain for some odd reason, and instead he focused back on what he was doing. Getting his body back into some form to where he had the strength he should have possessed at the start of this all, which wasn't too much but that would change relatively soon. After some more exercise, the demon actually had to go sit down. His mind was now clicking and whirring on it's own, random thoughts flying through his mind from how he had been suppressing them not too long ago, and now he was just trying to sort them out. In this state his attack reflex was relatively supercharged and hyper so anyone coming by would probably be moved against, even it looked to be a hopeless fight. His natural instincts were more taking over than any other psychological thing, and that could be bad for him. Especially since in this state all he wanted to do was break something and make chaos.
Doing some push ups then sit ups, it was a basic workout for him. He hadn't done it in a while, having done it only a few times in the village he blooded himself at, and having done a small bit in his room once or twice. Following those he did some arms stretches and then flapped his wings a bit. He kept them moving, lightly so he wouldn't actually fly, but enough to where he was lighter than normal. This way they would be strengthened by having repeated use. Then he simply created fighting situations in his mind using what he had seen. Students with various magical abilities, weapons he had seen everywhere including guns and such, and also himself. He fought what he figured was himself so that he knew how he worked and how he could be countered. In that way he figured out how to fight someone fighting him in a purely defensive mode, and not using their own abilities.
His punches were small jabs and some uppercuts and he used his wings for spinning kicks to the face, his wings allowing him to spin rapidly and keep in the air for a double spin roundhouse/spin kick. He also found a way to use them to force the air forward or behind him without really moving him, as well as do the same WITH moving him. Of course the with movement he had already known seeing as he used that already. It helped push someone back while he moved away. His mind tried recalled where exactly he had used it but it seemed to slip his mind. Instead his mind drifted back to the now two things that he could easily focus on. Ever since the first Demonology class there had been a second memory standing out in his mind, his time with the vampiress on the council of the Blood Society.
He wasn't exactly going to sit there and relive that in his mind though, or the certain thing that was causing rather painful flashbacks, as they caused him a deep mental pain for some odd reason, and instead he focused back on what he was doing. Getting his body back into some form to where he had the strength he should have possessed at the start of this all, which wasn't too much but that would change relatively soon. After some more exercise, the demon actually had to go sit down. His mind was now clicking and whirring on it's own, random thoughts flying through his mind from how he had been suppressing them not too long ago, and now he was just trying to sort them out. In this state his attack reflex was relatively supercharged and hyper so anyone coming by would probably be moved against, even it looked to be a hopeless fight. His natural instincts were more taking over than any other psychological thing, and that could be bad for him. Especially since in this state all he wanted to do was break something and make chaos.
