[Non Canon/social/Minerva] Its Cold outside!

She sighs, rolling over into the pillow. She was initially happy at the affection he had shown her. sure, she couldn't have lifted him, but that wasn't something on her agenda. But the reminder of her weakness perturbed her and discouraged her. Sure, one could improve with training, but she was fairly sure she'd need a lot more to even come close to the level of her friends. She rolled into Jahan, hiding her face in his chest. "Don't remind me, Jahan..."

She clung close to him before rolling over him and grabbing her staff, pushing herself toward the door. "Come on, Jahan. I know a place where I can train that's warm." She disappears, waiting downstairs for her man.

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The barracks were empty at this time of night, the occasional guardsman only moving by to grab his materials. She pushes the last table to the side, a small arena made when she empties the floor. "Is this good?"

"Perfect" Jahan said circling the arena. It was circular and 30 meters in diameter. The Circle was surrounded with steps that the military would use as bleachers when in combat instruction. Jahan stood in the epicenter of the circle, and examined Minerva. 

"I don't know a shed of magic, but I can teach you how to fight." He bowed his head, and smiled at her. 

"If I win thought, I want to have se-"Jahan devilishly made this lustful comment in order to fluster Minerva. Minerva was not any different then his other opponents and he would tease the girl almost as badly as the others. However he honestly didn't believe she would take him seriously, which didn't matter after all; he just wanted to get under her skin.

He walked towards Minerva at 5 m/s, his arms crossed. 

"Ladies First"

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Okay heres our mock battle, we will run it like a real battle and ill try and give you tips through it!

Minerva inhales deeply, getting the oxygen to her brain. She was training with her boyfriend, so he wouldn't hurt her too bad...right? Then again, this was Jahangir, so she prepared for him to strike with intent. Her mind raced with the various way's the battle could play out, but in the end she only saw one chance of herself winning, and that was to force Jahangir airborne, where he could no longer dodge her spells.

This is just like the time's when you would micro in Skrimish with papa, Minerva reminded herself gently, attempting to sooth her racing mind. It's all about forcing the enemy into a position where they are at a disadvantage, and then using that as often as you can. I'd have to remove every other option from him except leaping, the question is how do I do that.

She dropped her thought process, steeling her nerves before she slammed her staff into the ground, a static pulse rippling out towards Jahan at 10/m per second before she leaps back a measly 5 meters, putting herself approximately 15 meters from Jahangir. She knew the static pulse would never be enough to really even distract a man who could leap so extravagantly, or even just skip to the side, but that wasn't what she wanted to do. She needed to by time. She needed a second for something so spark.

The air around her crackled, her soft static bringing her powers to light. Of course, she was really the only one who could see this happening, unless there was another person who could see the rukh. Her power was still raw, and unfocused, and it leaked slightly, but she stayed under the illusion that this was the norm. She kept her mind about her, never letting her eyes waver from Jahangir. Then suddenly something in her mind perked. If she could create something that would collapse around Jahangir from all sides, she could force him into the air. Her mind raced through her most recent readings on area spells, the young scholar swiftly recollecting several key passages. She knew that sustaining the spell would make it a bit more useful, so she attempted to work that in around what she had already formulated, quickly drawing the runes in her mind, a cyclic angle that amplified power from the outside in.

She waited for Jahan to approach a bit more before attempting to force him into a decision. She held her staff sideways, thrusting her hand in the direction of the ground beneath Jahan, the bolt of lightning suddenly circling the man. The sides suddenly began to fill in at 15m/s at what was his present location, but the damage wasn't her goal. If he leaped from the spot, she'd have a chance to nail him with one of her spells, and hopefully it would be enough to allow her to push into an advantage. Then of course, there was always the possibility he could dispel the field.

At this point, she could only try to react to her boyfriend, hoping the situation turned in her favor.

spells:

Trained Spell:

[Magoi 170/200]

It would be considered a bit cute for Jahan but at the same time he supposed they had work to be done. Jahan had began walking towards Minerva at 5 m/s in the last post. Jahan watched curiously as Minerva readied her spell. He however had no intention of losing, this was suppose to teach the girl right. So he would start by showing her how precious distance and speed were in a fight, 

She launched her spell "Static Pulse" it traveled at 10 m/s it would take 1 approximately 1 second to meet Jahan, whom was approximately 10 meters away. He had more than enough time to dodge, his reaction speed being at 275.. With him already having started a jog he was able to build a momentum into a run at 10 m/s. He dodged the spell, running 5 meters to the left of it and then 5 meters towards Minerva, whom had recently jumped back 5 meters, placing her 5 meters from Jahan. 

Jahan increased his movement into a sprint at 15 m/s and cleared the 5 meter distance in 1/3 of a second. Before pulling his hand back and throwing a punch at Minerva that Would deal C tier damage, activate her borg and likely smash it. Her recently used spell would miss simply because Jahan had ran out of the target area.

Minerva doesn't even have the chance to react to the punch, her borg cracking audibly, the shattering sound ringing in her eardrums as she slowly sinks to the ground, catching herself on all fours. Her splayed hand twitches, her fingers arching and slowly curling beneath her palm until she's formed a fist. She pounds her fist on the ground in frustration, a small cloud of dust popping up as, her faliure begins to anger her, her eyes welling up slightly.

"Why...I trained myself every day for a fight and I lose in seconds...I spent so much time thinking up spells and now I'm here, and they were all useles!" Her rage at her own lack of ability echoes across the makeshift arena. "I'm useless...I'm always going to be protected..." She shudders gently, the dirt beneath her gently gathering the tears that slowly drip off her cheeks and nose. Her breath comes in strained pants, fighting back the tears from letting herself down. "I'm not cut our for fighting...I'm just not..."

This wasn't a side to the girl that Jahan knew and he immediately felt guilty. He had caused this, it was one of those moments were Jahan had to realize that his actions actually had effects on people. He didnt mean to make the girl feel this way, but it still frustrated him how she was taking it. 

"Well if your going to act like this then hell yea your not!" Jahan had never in his life scolded anyone before, he had argued, debated and insulted people, but never chasticed or scolded. He had never felt as personally involved in a persons life while caring for them until now. Up until this moment, if someone was going down their own path, jahan believed it was their choice to do so. However Not Minerva, he felt as if he had to say something to her. So as usual he just spoke straight from the heart.

"Yea of coarse Im stronger so what!" Jahan pulled his shirt off quickly, his face a but flustered from frustration. His body was littered with scars, yet none on his back, all of his battles he had fought head first. 

"From the time I was conceived there had been conflict, my parents were killed in a battle when I was just a baby, and from their I fought. I fought because my father was a mercenary and my "uncles" believed a child should be raised as a warrior. I fought because I looked so much different then other kids, and they all wanted to play"lets beat up the Helio-boy. I fought because I loved the thrill, because I wanted power because I didnt want to be disrespected. I have fought non stop, nearly every day of my life. I dont know what kind of life you've been living now, but those who seek strength dont cry when they lose sparring sessions." 

Jahan had blown off steam from his scolding, and he regretted scolding Minerva instantly. I mean, he meant every damn word that came out of his mouth, but he didn't mean to raise his voice or loose his temper. He just wanted her to "man up". Yet and still he couldnt help but look at the girl who was so beautiful in his eyes cry and feel his heart ache knowing he was the one to upset her, and he had the nerve to yell about it. His damn Fanalis temper got him again. In order to erase the damage, he quicly embraced Mine. littering her with kisses and squeezing her gently. 

"m sorry I yelled" he sighed. 

"Im sorry I'm such a bad teacher" he continued

"Forgive me please."

As the narrator, I would like to tip my hat off to the character Minerva. She singlehadadly, got Jahangir Nikator, to beg for forgiveness. Not once in my career narrating Jahan has he ever felt like he needed to be forgiven. He just held Minerva for a second, scared that if he let go shed say something like. 

"Screw you buttface you broke my borg" or "I dont even like you anyway" 

It was another thing he had recently felt that was odd, he was scared. The boy felt no fear over beast or man, but he actually enjoyed being around Mine, and if she would simply stop meeting with him, especially so soon he would be pretty crushed. Jahan sighed, not knowing what to say for the first time, dropping the embrace. He was on his knees in front of mine now a sort of pout on his face.

"I said too much right? Ill go." Jahan got up assuming that he had shattered the girls feelings for him, but what would never be shattered was Jahangir's pride. As a man he would leave with dignity. 

OOC
its late as hell man.......If i misspelled something >.> TROLOLOLOLOLOLOL

She gris her teeth, biting her lip to force her own body to move. She pushes herself off the ground as Jahangir slowly turns and begins to walk away. A trickle of blood runs down her chin and the soft lines of tears still drip across her cheeks as he steps as he reaches Five meter's away from her. Her body tremblse, but no longer was the soft shudder from embarrasment, but it was now from an entierly new source: determination. She wasn't about to let Jahangir leave, and if anything, she knew she had to stop him here. Without any warning, she launched her flurry of Shock Spheres at Jahangir's legs, her eyes drivin, and fierce. At the same time, she sprang back, widening the distance between them to a full 20 meters.

She slams her staff on the ground, staring at Jahangir, her mind somehow clear behind the seething anger she was riddled with at the moment. She leveled her staff at the man, the hard crackle of her lightning circling the amethyst gem around the top. She unbuttons her cloak with one hand, tossing it haphazardly away at the bench, her mind only focused on improving right now. So what if Jahangir had spent every day of his life fighting? That didn't make him a better fighter than Minerva, and she refused to accept her own weakness.

Since her childhood she had been ridiculed, bullied, beaten up, and hated because of her silver hair and her mother's nationality and every time her father would somehow be there to save her. She was sick of it.

"I refuse...to accept that result..." She pushes her wrist beneath her eyes, drying off her still damp cheeks. "I refuse to stand under you. I refuse to stand behind my father. I will stand on my own, and meet anyone as an equal. I don't care if they've been fighting since they were born, I refuse to acknowledge that I cannot meet them on an equal level. I don't care if that person is my future husband, or the highest magician in magnostadt. I refuse to step down."

The air around her slowly ceases to crackle, her eyes now ablaze with her stormy determination. She knows that she was narrowminded last battle, relying on a gimic and wasting something that could have been valuable in a vain attempt to force Jaja into a one-hit-wonder. She would not make the same mistake again. Ever. No matter the circumstances.

She levels her stare at Jahangir, her eyes locking with his. "We're fighting again. I'm not leaving this room until I improve and you won't either, unless you want to give up on your chance to have me."

spells:

[Word count 452/500]
[Magoi 150/200]

Jahan was shocked, but soon he just grinned again, once agains surprised b the amount of resolve that the girl seemed to have. He Faced her grinning, readying himself mentally for another duel. 

"Lets go"

He didn't know exactly what had came over the girl, but she seemed to have new found confidence for battle,. Jahan doubted his rant had done any good other than to desolve his own frustrations, but the girl was starting to improve and get used to battles. They fought tons of time and at first Jahan seemed to be able to overwhelm the girl, but she had began adjusting her strategies and tactics, which forced Jahangir's body to their limits. Then, he fucked up. She got him simple as it is, he took an attack full on which rattled his body, lightning really did hurt, Jahan was aiming to not hurt the girl. As he wouldn't ever hit her, no his strength would easily fracture her bones, and with her naturally weaker constitution he might do even worse damage. 

So he was resolving each battle with the minimal amount of force he could, yet it looked at is Mine wasn't pulling her punches at all. That battle ended with a draw somehow, yet Jahangir was proud,if she kept this up she'd become a scary Empress to walk besides him in the coming future. Something he was actually looking forward too. He put on his shirt again and Grabbed his sword Damokles from the side of the arena and headed out hand in hand with Mine.