Out in the open fields to the north of sunberth, Xi stood silently, the falling snows calm and quiet, the biting air chilling him to his core. This was A stupid idea, still it was his best one for training, in the cold your movements were slowed by the constriction of muscles, here he would test his strength. Trudging through the knee deep snow he headed into the sparce patch of forest and began training tugging his cloak close to heep himself warm from the blackness of his clothing hi hands darted forth, left right left, a sudden kick to the tree, sent snow falling out of it's branches. This was not the best possible training better training would be reached higher up, learning to fight in contained and cramped spaces. Reaching up to grab hold of a branch of the tree, thick he could barely get a good grip on it, putting his effort into climbing up lifting his own weight was a bit challenging seeing as he'd had little practice at it, scrambling to swing his weight onto the branch he used some of his litheness to hurl his legs up. Now shifting his weight into the tree he stood attempting to balance on the tree limb and maintain a strong stand point. His legs wobbling beneath him as he threw a few shaky jabs at nothing, and a strong straight which knocked him off balance. Throwing his arms out at the last second he caught himself before he crashed into the ground. Coughing out the word ow as his chest had mpaced the branch. He hauled himself back up again, and shifted his feet beneath him, Still shaky in his position he dared not kick but focused on throwing punches. Right , right, right, fast straight left. Balance getting stronger he attempted to pull off a kick, and slipped off loosing his balance the second he puled his foot up, Hurtling towards the floor he landed with a loud crash, even though a foot and a half of snow broke his fall he still hurt from the drop. Resting in the snow a second he let himself think. Thats when the words Kolin once said to him kicked in.
Your worthless you'll never be more than a slave, a useless slave. His anger rising he practically leapt from the ground to the brance and hurled himself back up. Sliding his feet to th position where he almost had balanced last time he knew that this time, he would succeed or he would prove tat bastard right. Throwing hard punches, his hands covered with the steel that once used to beat him, He felt his anger rising again. He would not prove that bastard right, never. Before he had relized it he was still balanced and he was throwing hard punched into the tree, the edged on the gauntlets had chipped away the bark of the tree and started on it's soft pulpy mass beneath, He hated kolin and was so angry that he could only kill him once. his anger over running him he punched the branch beneath him. and heard a loud crack, both the tree branch had snapped in half and his hand had almost broken in the prodess. His scream was loud but not long, as he cradled his hand and glared out and up to the sky he cursed kolin with everything in him.
Hopping down from the tree and landing hard on his legs in the soft snow he peeled the gauntlet off of his hand and placed his hand into the snow. The icy grip of the snow helped numb the pain of his almost fractured hand. He hated kolin and even more so than that, Olin his son. Trudging back into the ciy he grimaced as he held his hand occasionally lifting snow to fill it and stop the screaming pain from it.
Your worthless you'll never be more than a slave, a useless slave. His anger rising he practically leapt from the ground to the brance and hurled himself back up. Sliding his feet to th position where he almost had balanced last time he knew that this time, he would succeed or he would prove tat bastard right. Throwing hard punches, his hands covered with the steel that once used to beat him, He felt his anger rising again. He would not prove that bastard right, never. Before he had relized it he was still balanced and he was throwing hard punched into the tree, the edged on the gauntlets had chipped away the bark of the tree and started on it's soft pulpy mass beneath, He hated kolin and was so angry that he could only kill him once. his anger over running him he punched the branch beneath him. and heard a loud crack, both the tree branch had snapped in half and his hand had almost broken in the prodess. His scream was loud but not long, as he cradled his hand and glared out and up to the sky he cursed kolin with everything in him.
Hopping down from the tree and landing hard on his legs in the soft snow he peeled the gauntlet off of his hand and placed his hand into the snow. The icy grip of the snow helped numb the pain of his almost fractured hand. He hated kolin and even more so than that, Olin his son. Trudging back into the ciy he grimaced as he held his hand occasionally lifting snow to fill it and stop the screaming pain from it.