Evil Reincarnated

Training

Ezara POV

"Alright, let's start with something easy. No weapons, just some hand to hand combat." I say. We had found a nice patch of empty land. The grass here grew well and plentiful. It wouldn't hurt to bad if one of us fell to the ground.

I stand my ground, feet apart and knees slightly bent. "Try to knock me down. The ground is soft with all this grass." I give him a slight smirk, taunting him.

He steps into the patch of grass, walking towards me. He looks down at the grass than back at me. "If you say so." He say, matching my position. The first thing I taught him was how to stand his ground.

He throws a punch that I easily dodge. He throws another that I block by grabbing his fist. "You gotta be faster, with a little more power. I can't know what your next move is." I let go of his fist and he nods.

"Right. I've got to take you by surprise." He goes for a punch again, but changes his direction. I knew what he was doing though. I dodge to the side as his knee hits the air where my gut once was.

I sigh. "Maybe you need to learn the hard way." I state.

"The hard way?" I nod, a slight smile on my face.

"Yep. Just try to attack me." I say, taunting him.

"Fine, if you say so." Mazavir says, getting in a fighting stance again. He throws a punch and I grab it, twisting his arm and punching him hard in the gut. He takes a few steps back to regain his balance.

He opens his mouth to talk but decided against it. He raises his fists again. He starts off by trying to kick me. I grab his leg and pull him towards me. He stumbles and I grab the front of his shirt. I pull him past me, tripping him along the way. He face plants into the ground.

He gets up again though, turning back towards me. He tries a punch again. I dodge under it and punch him in the gut again. As Mazavir is distracted I move behind him, kicking the backs of his knees. He falls to the ground again.

He turns towards me. I could see the anger building. I take a deep breath. He stands and comes at me again, this time with no skill and no tactic. He was blinded by rage. He throws a flying punch and I dodge under it. His throws didn't stop there, they kept coming and I kept dodging.

He does it again and I go under, using his momentum to throw him over me. He lands on his stomach. "Alright, that's enough." I state.

Now he just looked confused. "What was that? That last move. I've never seen anyone do that." I just shrug.

"It's typically done with a kite shield, but I improvised. It's a move my husband taught me." Mazavir gets off the ground.

"Husband? I thought you were single, and liked Vexel." I avoid his gaze.

"It's... complicated. I haven't seen my husband in a long time, and he doesn't know I'm alive. I was kinda killed by a cultist right in front of him. I haven't seen him since."

"How long ago was that?" Mazavir and I start walking out of our makeshift fighting arena.

"A very long time ago." Is all I say. "I think we need to do something else before I train you anymore. All that built up anger, the frustration, the pain. It's preventing you from learning how to fight. You let your rage control you, when you should control it."

"I can't... help it." He responds, looking at the ground. "It makes me angry that I'm not strong enough to beat the demons and their allies."

I nod slowly. "Part of that is separating your emotions from your fight. If you're too angry and too upset, you'll make mistakes. Part of fighting is learning to ignore things your enemies will do and say to anger you."