Post by Ryu Sato on Dec 4, 2021 7:37:35 GMT
Ryu could feel his heart pounding in his ears, nearly beating out of his chest. His right hand gripped the hilt of his sword, bringing the blade up with a swift strike against one of the many training robots at UA - which defended with its own (dulled) blade. Another ran at him from behind, and Ryu could hear its footsteps getting closer. In an instant, his leg changed - large talons sprouted from his feet and he used his leg to leap into the air a bit - kicking the robot back with a thunderous clash of scales on metal, throwing it to the other side of the room.
The first bot took advantage of Ryus compromised position in the air, parrying their connected blades and reaching out to grab one of his hands and spin - throwing the teen into the air. Ryus leg changed again - back to its normal state, while two massive wings sprouted from his back as he tried to fight against the current while he was thrown. After a moment he managed to stabilize himself, his wings allowing him to glide harmlessly back down to the floor, before fading away. His breathing was labored - heavy. And he was dirty, too. Sweating, as if he'd been at this for a few hours.
Because he had been. Ryu had been desperate to gain more control over his quirk and its abilities - and wanted to use it more. The best way was to push himself to his limits, which... he'd just about reached. One of his legs, finally, gave out, causing the boy to fall to his knees, holding himself up with his sword planted into the ground. The bots rushed at him for a moment - not intending to allow the boy time to breath, before Ryu spoke. "Pause program!"
The first bot took advantage of Ryus compromised position in the air, parrying their connected blades and reaching out to grab one of his hands and spin - throwing the teen into the air. Ryus leg changed again - back to its normal state, while two massive wings sprouted from his back as he tried to fight against the current while he was thrown. After a moment he managed to stabilize himself, his wings allowing him to glide harmlessly back down to the floor, before fading away. His breathing was labored - heavy. And he was dirty, too. Sweating, as if he'd been at this for a few hours.
Because he had been. Ryu had been desperate to gain more control over his quirk and its abilities - and wanted to use it more. The best way was to push himself to his limits, which... he'd just about reached. One of his legs, finally, gave out, causing the boy to fall to his knees, holding himself up with his sword planted into the ground. The bots rushed at him for a moment - not intending to allow the boy time to breath, before Ryu spoke. "Pause program!"
The bots stopped in their tracks, then began to return to the nearby wall, where they'd begin to recharge. Ryu stood up again after a moment, making his way over to a locker in the corner of one the training room he was in, pulling out an unusually large bottle of water - which he began to drink in earnest. It was quite a sight, really, that one man could drink that much water. But his quirk often dehydrated him, and he needed to make sure he didn't forget to take care of himself.
So caught up was he in recovering from his little spar, that he hadn't heard the sounds of footsteps approaching while he'd been fighting - or that someone may have been watching him. His heart began to slow- and he figured he'd be ready for another spar in... a bit. He didn't know how many times he'd fought the bots today, and his body ached. But it wasn't enough. He had to keep pushing. Keep getting stronger. Until he had mastered his power.
