Social - Dukran/Jumanah/PRIVATE

Dukran always loved these kinds of days. The air was crisp and skies clear , perfect for heading out to do a days training. " Hm , these should do .." were the words that trailed through his mind as Dukran looked down at the leather gloves that were clipped to his belt. While being a Fanalis makes you superior in terms of physical strength , it does not give you steel skin. He wouldn't make the mistake of attempting to swing tree-trunk around bare-handed.

The spot he would be chosing today was more open. It was not directly on the side of the road passing through the wooded are , but far enough inside as to not be a distinct bother to those wishing to pass through. Let's be honest , a Fanalis swinging around big trees is one of the more unsettling sights one can expect during their travels. Dukran extended his arm down and grasped a clump of young trees that were blocking his way and simply pulled until the roots found themselves ripped out of the ground. After doing this , he threw the clump of trees to one side and set his sights on finding an appropriate specimen to use as his training tool for the day.

It didn't take long for Dukran to find a young apple tree that had grown to just a little over two meters in height and 30 centimetres in diameter. "This should do just fine." With a grin , he donned the leather gloves and moved closer to the tree. Some heaving and Fanalis strength made short work of uprooting the tree. The next challange was to remove both the crown and roots.

Dukran placed the gloves back onto his belt and slung the tree over his shoulder while he searched for a suitable set of rocks with which to ground the trunk. It didn't take long for him to find a dried up stream which sported a pair of boulders far enough apart to be useful. He set the trunt between the two , with the area just below the crown as the middle point. After doing this , Dukran positioned himself near the tree and raised his foot before bringing it down with all of his force. Being what it is , the tree did not splinter. However , it did produce a cracking sound loud enough to alarm every bird in the surrounding area. "Damn , that was loud" he trailed off with a grin as he returned to stomping his way through the fruit tree.

It was nearing the time that Jumanah was planning on heading out so she figured that she'd take some time off her constant work at jobs to see the area and what all it had to offer before she was to leave it behind for a new land. She heard some odd sounds off in the distance though making her raise an eyebrow and look over in the direction of the sounds. She blinked under her mask as she saw some trees in the distance lift up into the air and then seemingly fall to the ground.

Jumanah lightly grabbed her staff on her back as she slowly walked over to the scene. She jumped and held in an eep as she heard the sudden sound of a tree being brutally hit. She though blinked as she heard a voice then ever so slightly and made her way over to some trees at the edge of the clearing and saw the red haired man stomping on a tree. She hadn't seen people with hair like his before though she had heard rumors of people with his kind of hair being at the coliseum.

She didn't look too much into it though and mostly kept to herself up till now so she hadn't seen any till now. Though the site was a rather interesting one, this man had apparently brought down all those trees and was now stomping his way through the tree. It was had to imagine a man like him ever existing but not impossible due to seeing how strong the blue haired woman she interacted with a few days ago was. She was still a bit on edge but she slowly stopped tensing up as she curiously watched the man from behind her mask.

" Ah , that was a good warmup." Were the joyful words that escaped from Dukrans' mouth after he had finished making his way through the tree. To be honest , breaking a tree apart by hand was a bit excessive for a warmup. Even so , he made short work of dispatching both ends at the opposing end of the clearing before leaning over to pick up the trunk. Doing what he had done , Dukran inadvertedly created a handle for the thing. He gave a few grasps to ensure it was moulded into shape and slung it over his shoulder like a normal human would do with a club.

Just as he had done so , a cool wave hit the nape of his neck. The short of feeling a person gets when they have the suspicion of being watched. Dukran continued to maintain a smooth composure throughout this moment as he centred the trunk to his chest like one would do to practice basic swings. He didn't know if something was behind him or not and sure as the sky is blue did he not hear anything over his own noise , it was just a feeling. " I wonder ..."

These were the last rational words out of his mouth before his hot blood took over. Dukran took a step forward after first performing a downward stroke , landing him rigt foot first in a lunge. He then positioned the trunk around and behind his right side as if going to swing forwards. However , instead of doing this , Dukran tensed his muscles to the fullest and turned to swing behind him. The lateral swing carried so much force as to break the trunk in his own hands , luckily , it sent out a gust of wind that carried in the form of a small cone. It was nothing strong , the shock compared to the gentle shake one would need to remove ripe fruits from their branches. Dukran loved this as it allowed him to unleash his power for a brief moment and not destroy whatever was or was not in his way. On the other hand , had it slipped from his hand or broken , the trunk would have turned into a twirling missile that would land anything with a noticable injury.

After waiting for the trees of impact zone to settle , Dukran planted the bat at his side and attempted to put on a more civil face. This failed. The most he could manage was to stop himself from panting like a mad dog. " Don't hurt me , whatever you are. I'm only playing with you." His words were laced with excitement , but carried no real threat behind them. Seconds later , his expression returned to something more composed as he tightened his guard behind the trunk. If something was there and did not understand his language , then Dukran may have very well angered it rather than try to reason with it. He had managed to enrage a group of migrating bears the last time he did this. It was not a fun experience.



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EXPLANATION

Guys stop freaking out. I didn't throw the tree AT her. I said that it was swund around really hard and IF he let go it would have hit her. What happened is the wind that was coming from the swing was directed towards her , but because no super strength yet , it was really weak and would only be strong enough to disturb ripe fruits or just ruffle clothing a bit.

Jumanah blinked behind her mask as she watched hi pick up the tree. She didn't think someone could be so strong... that one blue haired woman she met before seemed really strong too but could she pick up a tree with ease like this man? She jumped and stopped her thought process as she saw him starting to swing the tree around which rather scared her. She Started to back up watching him as he attacked the air the wind blowing her hair around as she did so. She then turned and ran away from the scene, he didn't know if he was really hostile or not but she didn't want to take the risk. Fighting or well being attacked by a guy that could do something like that? he wouldn't have a chance against someone like him. She ran off while he was swinging and missed what he said but her mind was now on leaving as she ran away.

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