Corruption (SalemxMaleReader)

Sweet Kicks

A/N: I managed to squeeze in some little time to write this. I was writing this as I was already on the verge of falling behind my majors so now, I'm taking summer classes to get back on track.

His mama was a slave driver. 

Magical orbs of ancient origin bolt past his head, narrowly evading them.

"Focus."

That wasn't to say she was out to hurt him with malicious intent, oh no. But training always comes with its lessons otherwise it wouldn't be training at all. 

He had to learn these lessons on the fly. And experience most often comes with pain. And in pain, one learns to be wary, and work to avoid its cause. 

Black tendrils of incredible tensile strength crackled like thunder across the air, whipping up dust and wind where he once stood.

But he was human. They make mountains of their mistakes, repeatedly committed until one completely adapts to it.

"OW! Ma!"

"Oops. Ahem, your lapse in concentration cost you."

"You-!" Incoming tendrils from the right, full speed. He flipped back with enviable acrobatic skill, narrowly avoiding another attack that would've left him sore for days.

More and more, the attacks came in swift droves, a blur to both the trained and untrained eyes. A deadly combination of magical orbs and black whips whizzed and lashed at him, but he nimbly dodged the attacks.

This brutal method of training tested the limits of his mind, body, and Aura in one session. This helped him in developing his parallel processing. 

Considering how fast Mama's attacks are, he had to be able to see attacks, dodge and parry them, and process the quickest and most decisive method of taking them down without giving them the chance to fight back, all at the same time and as naturally as breathing.

Fighting Qrow had been different. He was fast, but not Mama's level of fast. He was slow in his eyes, hence why he had taken his time with the fight, to also see where he stood combat ability wise.

Speaking of which, if Qrow was slow, team RWBY were essentially tortoises. His tussle with them - no, it was not a fight, not one bit - showed how vastly he had improved and showed where he currently stood when compared to the students of Beacon.

Mama's training helped him be a very capable fighter worthy of being in her inner circle and also being an escape artist. After all, why waste energy fighting a worthless battle when you could waste the enemy's valuable time with banter or better yet, plant seeds of doubt within their ranks, keep them second-guessing what information to trust?

"Let's stop here for now." The gospel has been spoken.