Post by Colton Deraine on Jun 21, 2019 21:51:00 GMT -5
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Bravery is believing in yourself, and that's one thing nobody can teach you.
The first thing Colton did when he registered it was over was puke.
It was almost entirely water that he had drank on the way there, but he felt the sudden need to expel it nevertheless. The metal on his knees and lower legs scraped against the ground as he did, a wave of exhaustion finally overcoming him in force as he did. His stamina was good, almost certainly better than the other trainees in the group, so much so that it had been a while that he encountered that exhaustion in an actual fight. He wasn’t immune to fear or stress either, just really good at delaying it. The realization of how close he had been to getting ripped to shreds and basically surviving based on sheer luck caused his body to attempt to puke again, but this time it was only dry heaving.
Once that was done and over with, he slowly rose to his feet and went to pick up all of his shit. Having a fighting style that involved tossing your equipment was all well and good until the inevitable time came when you had to pick up all your shit by hand. Sword was in the ass end of nowhere, and the shield was basically so far away it would take several minutes of walking to get over there. Truth be told, he was in no hurry and honestly didn’t want to even look at his backpack in case it was torn to shreds or something.
Simply put, that was a problem for five minutes from now. Muscles burned and ached, and breathing was something that was much more difficult than it usually was. Brown eyes just looked around to ensure everyone was up and breathing before going back to blankly staring forward as he forced his unwilling body along. In the absence of conscious thought, instinct and muscle memory kicked in. When Colton picked up his sword once more, he immediately refilled the dust supply even before seeking out the scabbard of the thing. The shield was a simple thing to fold back up and be replaced via strap to his left arm, but the downside to that of course was the fact that the weight didn’t change from the thing being folded up. It wasn’t normally an issue in the slightest… though with his current state of exhaustion making every movement more sluggish and less focused than usual, it was definitely a noticeable burden at the present. The lightning dust inside was still good, thankfully, so that could be used at one of the remaining infestations.
One gravity and one fire that was his own anyway was solid for what was likely the hardest out of the settlements they were hitting, but it was good that he had some in reserve. Being done for the day was also smart, because it would take a while for their auras to recharge and more importantly for their bodies to actually respond correctly to commands. If they fought anything more than a stiff breeze at this point they would need bailed out by Shadecloak. Everyone’s aura came back at different rates, but the general length of time it took was roughly correlated to how strong the aura was in the first place. People with more of it didn’t necessarily start getting it back first, but they did get it back faster because the general percentage of aura that everyone got back was the same no matter the amount.
If someone took two hours generally to get back to ten percent, it didn’t matter how much aura they started with. It would take two hours of not hurting themselves to get them to ten percent, and it really was as simple as that. There was a bit of room for improvement when it came to recharging it faster, and licensed huntsmen seemed to be able to do it noticeably faster than others… but the fact remained that nobody was going to be anywhere close to full strength for several hours at the minimum, so it made perfect sense to set up camp and worry about the travel tomorrow.
The fact remained that it didn’t need to be nearly that hard, but he was quite frankly too tired to point fingers at this point. Argent was a fucking idiot and almost died because of it, and with any luck that near-death experience would allow him to be less of a liability in the future. Sometimes all it took was a good scare to set someone straight, and with any luck that was the case this time. The Argus native had zero fucking clue why the dumb mother fucker thought it would be a good idea to jump in headfirst into a shit ton of Grimm as someone who had next to no hand to hand combat skill or durability to speak of, but if the others hadn’t reacted instantaneously that dude would have been dog food. Whether it was a suicide attempt or just his brain completely turning off when exposed to stress didn’t really matter so long as it never happened again while Colton was around.
Mainly because he was not qualified or motivated to be a babysitter, and neither was anyone else on this trip.
It was almost entirely water that he had drank on the way there, but he felt the sudden need to expel it nevertheless. The metal on his knees and lower legs scraped against the ground as he did, a wave of exhaustion finally overcoming him in force as he did. His stamina was good, almost certainly better than the other trainees in the group, so much so that it had been a while that he encountered that exhaustion in an actual fight. He wasn’t immune to fear or stress either, just really good at delaying it. The realization of how close he had been to getting ripped to shreds and basically surviving based on sheer luck caused his body to attempt to puke again, but this time it was only dry heaving.
Once that was done and over with, he slowly rose to his feet and went to pick up all of his shit. Having a fighting style that involved tossing your equipment was all well and good until the inevitable time came when you had to pick up all your shit by hand. Sword was in the ass end of nowhere, and the shield was basically so far away it would take several minutes of walking to get over there. Truth be told, he was in no hurry and honestly didn’t want to even look at his backpack in case it was torn to shreds or something.
Simply put, that was a problem for five minutes from now. Muscles burned and ached, and breathing was something that was much more difficult than it usually was. Brown eyes just looked around to ensure everyone was up and breathing before going back to blankly staring forward as he forced his unwilling body along. In the absence of conscious thought, instinct and muscle memory kicked in. When Colton picked up his sword once more, he immediately refilled the dust supply even before seeking out the scabbard of the thing. The shield was a simple thing to fold back up and be replaced via strap to his left arm, but the downside to that of course was the fact that the weight didn’t change from the thing being folded up. It wasn’t normally an issue in the slightest… though with his current state of exhaustion making every movement more sluggish and less focused than usual, it was definitely a noticeable burden at the present. The lightning dust inside was still good, thankfully, so that could be used at one of the remaining infestations.
One gravity and one fire that was his own anyway was solid for what was likely the hardest out of the settlements they were hitting, but it was good that he had some in reserve. Being done for the day was also smart, because it would take a while for their auras to recharge and more importantly for their bodies to actually respond correctly to commands. If they fought anything more than a stiff breeze at this point they would need bailed out by Shadecloak. Everyone’s aura came back at different rates, but the general length of time it took was roughly correlated to how strong the aura was in the first place. People with more of it didn’t necessarily start getting it back first, but they did get it back faster because the general percentage of aura that everyone got back was the same no matter the amount.
If someone took two hours generally to get back to ten percent, it didn’t matter how much aura they started with. It would take two hours of not hurting themselves to get them to ten percent, and it really was as simple as that. There was a bit of room for improvement when it came to recharging it faster, and licensed huntsmen seemed to be able to do it noticeably faster than others… but the fact remained that nobody was going to be anywhere close to full strength for several hours at the minimum, so it made perfect sense to set up camp and worry about the travel tomorrow.
The fact remained that it didn’t need to be nearly that hard, but he was quite frankly too tired to point fingers at this point. Argent was a fucking idiot and almost died because of it, and with any luck that near-death experience would allow him to be less of a liability in the future. Sometimes all it took was a good scare to set someone straight, and with any luck that was the case this time. The Argus native had zero fucking clue why the dumb mother fucker thought it would be a good idea to jump in headfirst into a shit ton of Grimm as someone who had next to no hand to hand combat skill or durability to speak of, but if the others hadn’t reacted instantaneously that dude would have been dog food. Whether it was a suicide attempt or just his brain completely turning off when exposed to stress didn’t really matter so long as it never happened again while Colton was around.
Mainly because he was not qualified or motivated to be a babysitter, and neither was anyone else on this trip.
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