In Time (Dj)

[WR Harthe]

WR had sent Dj a text earlier saying to meet them at the beach. They had prepared a half-ass training course on the outskirts of the beach so they wouldn't be bothered by random passersby. The course wasn't meant for full fledged training, but they did at least want to see what Dj could do before fully committing to helping him. After all, they didn't know what to expect from the God trial, so they had to get creative.

[Djoser Aneksi]

Dj had gotten the text and would show up exactly when told. Dressed in his normal dancing gear and wearing a stoic expression. He would give a soft smile and a wave. It was different for him, but WR could tell he was being genuine with them now.

[WR Harthe]

WR waved Dj over, waiting until he was directly in front of them to say anything.

"Yo. What's up?"

[Djoser Aneksi]

He would approach and say.

"Yo. Can't wait to start, what would you like me to do?" He would say with arms crossed and a excitement in his eyes. He was direct and ready to go. Not rude, just genuinely excited.

[WR Harthe]

WR crossed their arms over their chest and nodded.

"Just wanna see what you can do. Gonna test all aspects of your abilities so I know how to prepare you for your trial. So, first, I want you to hit me. Shouldn't have to tell you twice for that one."

They chuckled.

[Djoser Aneksi]

Dj would just chuckle at that.

"Okay, but my Qi is where my real kick comes from."

Then he would throw a punch to their stomach. It was pretty tough and hit fairly fast. It wasn't his normal cheap shots, but it was a good gague of just what he had in him.

[WR Harthe]

WR twisted their body inward to absorb some of the blow, allowing themself to stagger back at the impact. It was a pretty decent blow. Form needed some work, but the power was there.

They nodded.

"Not bad. Now, can you take a blow?"

They gave him a moment to prepare before pulling their fist back and lunging at him, launching it toward the center of his chest!

[Djoser Aneksi]

WR was throwing a punch right to his chest. They were insanely fast, but the attack was telegraphed, so Dj could still react to it. At the second he realized a hit was coming his way, something changed.

His eyes were focused to an insane degree while his face grew intensely apathetic. There was no flinch, as though this had happened a million times before.

Dj would simply move, so the hit would land on his shoulder and he could let his shoulder move back to avoid the majority of the impact. It still hurt like a bitch, but Dj would simply turn back to WR stone-faced. His shoulder already starting to bruise and his face showing no signs of pain, just quiet.

[WR Harthe]

WR retracted their fist as soon as it made contact with Dj's shoulder. They were expecting him to react to it, in some way, and never expected him to take the hit head on or combat it. They took note of his reaction and how his demeanor changed completely after he soaked the blow. He wasn't good at taking hits, ignoring the pain, maybe, but not reacting to them.

They nodded.

"Right, so, now I want you to hit me again, blow after blow until I say stop, yeah?"

[Djoser Aneksi]

He would just nod and go at it. Blow after blow after blow. His new demeanor not shifting. He would keep them all to the torso, again not using any cheap shots. The only difference this time is he would hit full force. He would even throw some kicks that hit particularly dangerously and showed off his insane grace and balance. Finally, he showed no sign of slowing down, completely unphased as he went along.

[WR Harthe]

As Dj went for blow after blow, WR reacted accordingly. They blocked punches with palms, and kicks with dodges. Dj was faster than they thought he was, which was good to know. Now, was a simple test of endurance. How long could he keep this up before getting tired or frustrated?

They kept blocking his blows, letting him slip the occasional punch in which they would simply twist with to absorb some of the impact.

"Not bad. Not good either. Keep going."

[Djoser Aneksi]

He kept going, his stamina seemingly endless. Next time it would seem like they were going to absorb a punch, he would step forward and push up with his fist as hard and sudden as he could. Breaking the rhythm and abusing the body mechanics to push WR off balance before attempting a quick kick to the calves, a new move he hoped would throw them off.

[WR Harthe]

Dj managed to break WR's balance with that punch, causing them to stagger back slightly. They sidestepped to narrowly avoid the kick and held up a hand.

"Stop," They said with a nod. He found and exploited a pattern, which at least showed that he was perceptive in combat. His abilities had the potential to be impressive, which was more than they could say about most people.

"So, overall not bad. Need practice, technique, but you got power, and you got drive."

[Djoser Aneksi]

Dj would offer a simple nod. Every criticism committed to memory. Dj was a dancer at heart and quietly awaited for his next command. Not showing any arrogance nor weakness in his steel like composure. It was clear his training was perfect, and that anything they asked him to do would be done without hesitation.

[WR Harthe]

"So, walk with me, we're gonna take a little break,"

They signaled him to follow and began to walk where the ocean met the shore.

"Tell me about your God."