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Ch 2.53: Struggle

    Ch 2.53: Struggle


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was certainly getting warmer finally, the sun beating down on ina and Tira as they sparred during Combatives. It was less sparring than practice though, a luxury Professor Calivahn was happy to provide them since they were part of the same practicum team, allowing them to work on tandem attacks, where ina would make a chain for Tira to swing around, or Tira would help aim ina’s attacks at training dummies. The awkward part was figuring out how to practice in a way that would be useful to the to of them while under the instructor’s eye, since they couldn’t exactly openly use their skills, or even the full strength of their aspects anymore.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Weaver, make a weapon.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, what kind?” She wasn’t sure whether Calivahn meant rope or chains, or maybe something.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A <i><span style="font-weight:400">weapon.</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Something that you might find in an armory,” Calivahn replied.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh, I’m not really sure what you mean…” ina wasn’t Sturgess, so she really wasn’t sure what was expected of her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t think she’s there yet, Professor,” Tira said as she took a swig of water from a canteen. “I’ll try and get her to that point.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm,” Calivahn said as she walked away to observe other students.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What are you two talking about?” ina asked, grabbing her own water from the floor and taking a drink from it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You need to be more active inbat. Restraining things is obviously great in a lot of contexts, but not all of them. You won’t always be able to just tie up multiple enemies all the time. Sometimes you’re only going to be able to spare the mana to make one thing, and you’ll need to use that one thing for multiple opponents.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina looked down at her hands, trying to picture herself doing what Tira was describing. “I don’t… I mean, with my mana pool, I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She had a hard timeprehending Tira’s expression when she looked back up. It wasn’t quite pity, not quite sympathy either, maybe somewhere in the middle. “Try and hit me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hit you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, with a chain. Do it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina stepped back, putting distance between her and her opponent as soon as she focused on what she was doing. She was getting better at the instinct side of things, at the least. She hesitated for just a second, not wanting to hit Tira as she just stood there, making no effort to fight back, but she steeled herself and formed a chain, swinging it at Tira’s side, but with not nearly as much force as she needed. The chain curved upwards as she swung it, soaring over Tira’s head and then falling to the ground.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. More mana than that.” ina grit her teeth, feeling redness swell through her face. It wasn’t embarrassment though, but annoyance. “Come on, ina. You know I’m durable, don’t hold back.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was the tone of Tira’s voice that was putting ina on edge. It wasn’tmanding or authoritative, but goading, a much more unwee tone, especiallying from Tira. But if Tira wanted harder, ina could provide it. She sent a wave of mana through her already existing chain, whipping it back towards Tira at twice the force previously. And still, it soared over Tira’s head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“More mana.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If I go any harder I’m gonna seriously hurt you!” ina hissed, looking around to make sure no one was paying attention. “I’m still a level higher than you. If I go any faster I know you won’t be able to stop it, but I’m not trying to break your bones!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I didn’t say harder,” Tira said. “I said more mana. You’re not used to actually fighting someone whose aspect actually interacts with yours, right? You need to pour mana into keeping your attack straight, on target. You can go as fast or hard as you want, but if you’re not focusing on keeping a straight shot, I’m going to be able to deflect it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina had a hard time understanding what Tira was saying, but it made a little sense, she supposed. Tira was just changing the direction of ina’s attack, not the speed after all, not in this instance anyway.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Now try again. Don’t focus on a hard blow, just on hitting me. Put as much mana as you can into making sure the attack is on target, fighting against my attempt to alter the course.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina nodded, trying to visualize the attack in her mind, the way she’d have to use her aspect. If what Tira was saying was true, she wouldn’t have to really pile a lot of force into the hit, which would make it easier mentally at least, since she wouldn’t have to risk seriously hurting Tira.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She reached out into the chain again, slowly raising it into the air at first, and feeling it move slightly off course as well, slightly move to the side. “That’s what you need to fight against,” Tira said. “Focus on making sure I can’t do that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">That had helped, actually. She hadn’t really paid attention to the feeling thest few times, but it was there, the counterpull of Tira’s aspect on her own. It wasn’t like trying to restrain a moving, living being, or pull a heavy object. It was its own thing, a separate factor she had to ount for when using her aspect, aside from the actual physical movement of the chains.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ready again, sheshed out once more, a moderate speed attack, in between the strengths of the first two, until she felt that supernatural resistance, Tira fighting back. ina refocused her mana though, dumping as much mana as she possibly could into keeping her attack straight, pouring energy into the path rather than the power, and sending the chain directly into Tira’s shoulder.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Then ina fell to one knee, clutching her chest and taking in a deep breath. “What the—” She couldn’t even finish the curse, going lightheaded and her vision going blurry. It allsted only a second, was more disorienting than anything else, but she was left dumbfounded, kneeling on the ground, no idea what had happened.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Tira, is she okay?” she heard Calivahn ask from across the field.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, just dumped her mana pool,” Tira said as she raised her waterskin to ina’s lips, the girl dly gulping down from it. “I’ll keep watch on her, and we’ll go easy the rest of ss.” The answer must’ve been adequate enough, because ina didn’t hear a reply.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And Tira was right. ina’s mana pool, nearly full when she’d started the attack, waspletely empty. “The more mana you use at once, the worse the kickback for emptying it is,” Tira said, reaching her hand out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah,” ina said, taking the hand and letting herself get pulled up. “It was… a lot.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The point is, even with arge mana pool, it can empty fast.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You could’ve just told me that, you know,” ina said as she walked over to one of the benches on the side of the field, pulling her own water out and taking another swig.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You needed to experience it anyway,” Tira said while rubbing the small of ina’s back. Through just the thin uniform shirt, it almost felt like her actual hand. “Aspect teaching is about letting the student figure things out for themselves.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That doesn’t sound like you, at all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tira was the one who blushed at that, looking across the field at Calivahn. “It’s how she taught me, got me to where I am. I’m not even supposed to be here, you know, not on merit. The strength of my aspect wasn’t strong enough, but mom is the one who got me in, and most of the teachers treated me like that. Calivahn was different though, never expected less of me than any of the other students.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina could see it. She hadn’t exactly felt derision from any of her other professors, but Calivahn treated everyone the same, it seemed. She expected the best from Endrin students, whether they were ina Weaver, or the person she was currently coaching, Prisma Fireguard.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As always, it was a spectacle to watch Prisma do anything. She’d been banned from practicing against the straw dummies on the first actual day ofbatives after demonstrating to Calivahn that she could burn them to a crisp near instantly, and she had moved on to a spare sheet of chainmail Calivahn had acquired from Professor Sylvas, pouring streams of fire into the metal, causing the individual links to burn bright, even in the light of the sun.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Enough, I’ll test it now,” Calivahn said, her authoritative voice carrying across the field. She pulled her sword from her scabbard and thrust into the mail, her weapon going straight through the would-be armor. “Still more resistance than I’d like. Try smaller mes, more intense. You don’t need to melt itpletely, but I want to see how weak you can make it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes ma’am,” Prisma said, wiping sweat from her brow. Was that a side effect of her dumping her mana?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright ss, that’s all for today. Good work, everyone,” Calivahn said as she sheathed her weapon and started walking off.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Most of the ss started wandering off immediately as well, trusting the Endrin automatons to clean up after them, but ina sat and watched Prisma, the girl still staring at the piece of chainmail, clutching her fist together.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Go talk to her,” ina heard from next to her, breaking her out of her own thoughts. “I know you want to, <i><span style="font-weight:400">need </i><span style="font-weight:400">to after what happened.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina nodded, but hesitantly. Tira was right, but despite knowing in her heart she needed to talk to Prisma, she had no idea what to say.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’ll be fine. Just start with the obvious.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The obvious. ina wasn’t even sure if Tira knew what the obvious was, but she supposed that didn’t matter. She herself knew, and that’s all that mattered. “Alright, I’ll see you at lunch.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sounds good,” Tira said, standing up and stretching for a moment before walking off.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was only the two of them left on the field as ina stood up and walked over towards Prisma.
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