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[Tay Thormear]

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The air left Tay's body as he slammed backwards against the ground. He rolled over onto his stomach and pushed him self up. Another blow, followed by another, knocked him backwards against the wooden fence. His eyes scanned the surrounding area for his dropped weapon. The Daemon in such close quarters had seemed to be a difficult opponent, a summoned Daemon was much stronger then the normal ones Tay had encountered in WIT training.

Out front of the Moonglow Headquarters stood the Daemon and Tay inside the small enclosed area. Beowulf on the outside, watching the two battle it out. Every few minutes Beowulf would yell directions towards Tay to give him an upper hand.

"Keep moving! Back and forth! If he gets a hold of you, you're dead!" Beowulf hollered. "Keep zapping him with painspike, the more you do it, the less energy he will have to move around. That is when you'll strike!"

Tay tried his best to listen to each and every command his father gave him. He quickly dived to the side and tucked into a roll, grabbing his sword. He stood, turned, and swung the kryss from right to left.

"In Sar!" screamed the twelve year old boy. His hair was messy, sweat mixed with dried blood covered his forehead."In Jux Mani Xen!"

A red cloud engulfed the Daemon as it casted a deadly combination of spells on Tay. The Daemon felt it's own wraith. Instead of stopping to check if he was completely ok, Tay ducked his head down and charged in. He lept high and swung down with his kryss as hard as possible. The Deamon disappeared, defeated.

"Excellent. The difference between an experienced fighter and an inexperienced fighter, is knowing when to use spells. You waited for the perfect moment to strike the Daemon with a bloodoath, causing him to nearly kill himself. A couple of flaws in your plan however, always make sure you have a better chance at surviving than the other person after casting bloodoath, and never drop your head. Keep your head up high, sometimes your opponent second guess's himself, and it shows people you have no fear in battle."

Tay had sheathed his weapon, his hands on his knees, he huffed and puffed. He nodded his understanding every few seconds. It had been a long day, the two started their training bright and early. Beowulf had thrown Tay into the enclosed area with nothing but a basic weapon crafted by a mediocre blacksmith. He had to fend off summoned elementals, after summoned elementals. It started with a Fire Elemental, with his training of fire resistance in WIT, it wasn't that difficult to with stand the attacks. Then he had to fight a water elemental. The entire time, his father kept healing his opponent, each time Tay conquered the fight Beowulf would summon another monster. It was none stop, over and over again. Tay's stamina was draining, he was completely fatigued.

"Get back in there. This time no weapon." Beowulf spoke sternly, pointing towards the enclosed pen.

Tay's shoulders slumped, but he was quick to pick them up. He threw his sword on the ground and marched into the practice field. His head held high, his fist's clenched, he was ready, he thought.

"Vas Corp Por. Kal Vas Xen Ylem." No sooner had the words left Beowulf's lips, monsters appeared in the pen. First a purple vortex like creature appeared from thin air. Immediately after that the ground molded together and created an earth elemental.

"This is where you practice your healing ability's. Your objective is to survive without using your weapon or necromancy magics."

"How do I defeat them father?" Tay asked confused.

"That's the point. You don't."Beowulf pointed to the two summoned creatures closing in on Tay.

Samon approached the Headquarters, he walked over and stood at Beowulf's side. The two of them watched Tay run in circles, chanting Anh Mi Sah Ko. It was almost humorous watching the boy fumble with bandaids and spilling some bottles of yellow and orange liquid while trying to drink them. Tay dove and tucked into rolls, trying to stand away from the blunt hits of the earth elemental and the spells of the energy vortex.

"Are you trying to kill him?" Asked Samon, intrigued by the boy's ability to stay alive.

"Nay, not trying to kill him. Just teaching him that staying alive is half the battle." Beowulf answered.

"Looks a bit more rough than that." Samon replied.

"Tough love." Beowulf replied coldy. "Tough love."