BATTLE SCARS: (Indigo Symbols Book II)

Chapter Eleven: Burst

REINA:
I crossed my arms as he walked over and sat on the plateau. "Yes?" He asked. "I accept your offer." He tilted his head. "Offer? What offer? I don't believe I took a knee before you, yeah, I don't think I purposed to you." He stared down at me, as much as he could see anyway. "Not sure if I really would want to anyways. You aren't my type at all." I hissed and pressed my hand to the stone, wanting to shove a stick right in his ass God he was a bastard. "You piss me off you know that. I hate you." "The feeling is mutual." He twisted one of his dreads around his finger, displaying absolute boredom. Then I realized what he meant. "Ugh, you're disgusting, disgusting and, and just wrong." "The same could be said to you." He replied, as if we were talking about the weather. I growled low, then said, "I accept your offer to train with the others, and you." He raised his eyebrows. "Really? What strangeness. How did this come to be?" "I'm doing it for Veronica." I snapped. "For her and only her. I'm here, she's not, so I'll learn to fight, to fight and use my powers. In, her, name." Huntor smiled, a true smile and I felt a pang in my heart, a pang I ignored. Then he vaulted over me and landed a few feet away. "Well, let's get down to it then."
    He walked away and I followed him. Indigos kept a far distance from me and Huntor, always giving me a sad glance, every time. "That's so irritating." I said. "What?" He asked. "They always give me a sad look, a pitying glance. I don't need or want their pity. I don't need the sad looks, the tears. I don't need or want it." He said nothing, just shrugged and kept walking. We entered the Training Sector and I couldn't help it when my mouth fell open and I stared all around. The place was huge and filled with weapons, weights, workout equipment, a huge pool, climbing zone, target zone, and that was just in the front. Huntor gestured to the weapon display. "Unless you have your own." He said. "I do." I pulled the twin daggers from my belt, where I kept them since finding them in my pack. "Good, come." He selected a long thin sword and lead me off passed the pool, and we rounded a wall. "Oh, God." The climbing walls were huge, bigger than I thought. We walked through the center and through another archway and into an arena. He pointed to a circle and we entered it. "Have you any training in swordplay?" He asked. "No." He demonstrated how I was to hold my daggers. Having his hands over mine, his scent in my nose, it chilled me, and gave an unwilling pang through my heart. He stepped back, "Ready." I raised my daggers and at long last, I attacked him.
    I expected my blades to run him through, one in his shoulder, the other in his arm. But he moved too fast, way too fast for me to catch. i found myself stumbling forward, the blades striking air. I turned and he was smiling at me, a gapped tooth smile that pissed me off. "We gotta fix that form Reina, I could've ran you through with my sword." "Kiss my ass." I muttered. He tilted his head, as if he was considering. "Nope, I'm good. When's the last time you cleaned it anyways?" On a scream, I ran for him. This time he merely blocked and I pushed my blades against his. We were face to face, a few inches from each other. I dug for that primal strength, that primal dangerous fury. I pushed again but he stood fast. Then I felt his foot hook my ankle and I found myself flat on my back, my daggers flying from my hands. "What the hell?" I asked. "You cheated." He tilted his head in that irritating way. "Sorry, was this a game? I thought we were training." "Fuck you." I said, truly pissed now as I got to my feet. "I'd rather not." I grumbled as I grabbed my daggers and turned to him, "Because you were focused on your blades making contact, you didn't think to use your own body. I hooked my foot around your ankle and flattened you. Next time, spread your weight so you don't fall." He demonstrated. Furious, I copied him. "Good, try again."
kept going, He showed, demonstrated, had me copy. It was infuriating, but I was forced to admit, to myself, that he was a good teacher. I pulled myself out of the pool an hour later and shook my wet hair out of my face. He stood to one side, holding two bottles of water. "Well, how kind, I'd have figured you'd make me get it myself." He raised his eyebrows and he waved his hand. I came closer and didn't even hear the slosh behind me. I took the bottle and chugged it then squealed like a pig when freezing water hit my back. "Bastard, you damned prick. Bastard." He had the nerve to laugh, just right there and laughed. Blinding fury hit me and I threw the bottle at him. He caught it and raised his eyebrows. "I'm gonna make you pay, I'll put you in a grave." I promised. He wiggled his fingers at me. "Try your best." I threw my left hand forward, palm facing the ground. The ground under us rumbled and he front rolled away as where he stood a huge sinkhole appeared. I spun and saw him, his body surrounded by a halo of blue water. Undetered, I ripped my right palm up and a large rock was pulled from the ground. I threw it at him but he dodged it with ease. I sank my foot in the ground, feeling it actually sink into the pool-deck. But he was already moving, leaping over the deck and into the water. I rose on a large plateau of my own as he rose on a wave. I ripped rocks out of the ground and threw them at him. He dodged and wove in and out, dancing on his water. I began to feel lightheaded and tired and there was that pain in my head again, that headache. "Enough." His voice was too calm, too easy. I felt myself give out. The rocks melted back into the pool-deck and he was by my side in a second.
    'oh Reina." There was the sound of disapproval and general annoyance in his tones as he laid me on the deck. I said something so rude I half expected him to scream. But he only laughed. How can someone have such confidence, such easy grace and temperament? Veronica didn't. Anytime, and every time she lost her temper with me she looked like she could rip apart countries, which in a sense, she could. Veronica wasn't always calm, always placid. I saw it in her, the warrior, the killer, the honed blade of death within her. Huntor though, he seemed to have centuries, seemed to forever be placid, though, though that moment, that moment we both rose, both using our power, I saw it, saw the warrior challenge in him. But now, now he just seemed amused, amused by my failure, by my weak power. "It's not that Reina." He said as he heard my thoughts. "You have true Indigo power, an Indigo-God, but you don't have shape with it. You don't form it into actual mortal weapons, swords, daggers, things like that. You just let it out in massive bursts, that'll drain you. We'll work on that. But for now, rest." His words made me fall to unconsciousness.