Another Fight [OPEN]

[Malcomb Warhazzard]

Sider went across the opening where delilah and him were and grabbed identifyable pieces of rubble and set the up rangle style, with variable distances, sizes, and very spread out, then went back to the spot he was previously at. calming himself taking a breathing stance commonly used in Mui-Tai. 'In...hold...and out' sider recited in his mind. 'A smaller memory. Maybe a happier one.' those words echoed around in his head. Sider searched his memories.

"Who the hell are you?" Shark said. Sider was stunned by the question. "Well?!" Shark said again. "WarHazzard, Sidervib WarHazzard" Sider said still confused by the question. "Sidervib WarHazzard? Never heard of ya! Guess you didn't know this is rebel territory huh?" Shark asked. "Rebel...what? This is neutral territory!" Exclaimed Sidervib. "Neutral? yeah right! Me and my group of rebels here are hardly 'Neutral' Mr.WarHazzard" Shark stated bluntly. Sidervib looked down at his map and back up to the man. "I guess my map is a little outdated then, however i do need somewhere to spend the night and i've got the coin, is it alright if i can crash with your group?" Sider asked. "Smiles!!! Get over here" Shark shouted. A short young man came out from behind the bushes an appeared beside Shark. "What do you want Shark?" Smiles asked. "We have a vistor Smiles, say hello. Sidervib, this is my first mate, Smiles. Smiles this is Sidervib" Shark said. "Just Sider will do for now Shark, but thanks." Sidervib stated. "Well hello there Sider! I'm smiles, and i do all the shit Shark here is too lazy to do." Smiles said. "Welcome to the Rebels!". "Whoa i'm not here to join any group, i just need a place to say for the night." Sider replied. It was getting dark out and Sider's pack seemed like it was getting heavier by the second. "Sure..." Smiles said. "That's what Toros said when he first joined us too, you'll fit in just fine here with us!". Sider replied just by shaking his head and following the two to their campsite. That was the first time he had met them, his two best friends.

A tear dropped down Sider's cheek as he remembered his fallen comrades. Suddenly his eyes came to life with a raging fiery passion aflame inside of them. Sider raised his hands firing small accurate fireballs to each of the pieces of rubble he had set up, each one a miniature explosion of success as the fireballs would hit the target center mass every time. Perfect.

Sider finished attacking the rubble as he settled his hands and body back into a defensive posture. Another tear rolled down his opposite cheek, the pain was still very deep, he missed Shark and Smiles a lot. He looked over at Delilah.

"That's the most powerful, happy memory i have." Sider said, to Delilah the tears would be easily visible.

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah watched him bring up the memory and form it into his Qi with a sad, small smile of her own. His accuracy was much better this time. As he turned to address her, she simply nodded in return, noting his tears but not surprised by them.

"All emotion comes from a place of love,' she explained quietly, her expression and tone softer now. "When you pour that into what you do, no matter what that is, it shows. Remember that power comes from that place as well, and that no one is immune to love. It will keep you humble, even as you become stronger.

"Again. Until you tire."

[Malcomb Warhazzard]

Instead of setting back up new piece of rubble to shoot at, sider decided to aim right back at the already exploded pieces of rubble and aim for a smaller target.

Recalling the memory once again sider breathed in, and then slowly out. centering himself solely upon his Qi. reaching out with his hands focusing his fire into very small fireballs and aiming, he breathed in and out once more and began. out of the 50 or so little shards of rubble sider was firing at he had only had to re-aim and fire again at 4 of the targets, a few he grazed the side of but still hit, and the majority of them he hit dead on. After firing Sider exhaled greatly.

Sidervib was improving but his body could only hold up using this amount of Qi for so long.

"Ah, this impromptu practice session was a little more difficult then i thought it'd be. Maybe give me just a couple minutes to breathe." Sider directed at Delilah.

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah would shrug as if it didn't matter, still leaned against the fence as she was. Still, time for advice. "Whenever you flex a muscle, try and breathe out instead of holding your breath. Breathe in as you relax it. When you do push-ups breath out when you push UP, breathe in when you're down. Same principle. It lets your muscles flex fully without strain and helps you calm down in a fight."

Yeah. Like SHE was one to talk.

"Why did you come here? To Long Beach, I mean?"

[Malcomb Warhazzard]

"I've been asking myself that same question Del, in all truth i'm not sure, i wanted to find a purpose here, somewhere where i can do some good, and leave the world better than i found it, yet it would appear i made the one mistake to do just the opposite"

Sider looked grimly at the ground in a slight despair, holding his eye that was stabbed with darc's needle.

"It's affected me Del, bad."

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah just continued to look at him evenly, as though not a thing he said affected her either way.

"And? You've made a mistake, that much is clear. How will you rectify that?"

[Malcomb Warhazzard]

"I don't know, i've gotta start doing the right thing but i wouldn't even know where to start!" Sider said exasperated.

[Delilah A. Black]

She almost laughed at his out burst, but her face remained impassive, as though she would never do so.

"You have to find that place. I cannot teach it and you cannot learn it from someone else. That's the path you have to find on your own. But listen to your heart corny as that is. Your intuition will never steer you wrong"

[Malcomb Warhazzard]

"I guess..." Sider said. He sat down cross legged, with his hands folded neatly together, He began to meditate. there was a bright light that shown through his hands as he focused.

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah would simply watch him meditate passively, with a quiet little smile on her face. It was interesting, actually. He was meditating inward, looking and focusing inside himself and on his breathing. Completely focused on that one thing alone.

There was a bit of loose rock on the ground beside her. She stooped silently, picked it up, and whipped it at his head.

[Malcomb Warhazzard]

*wack*

"Guess that means the break's over then?" Sider said.

He was in a lighthearted mood, well...more lighthearted than normal so he decided not to get mad over such a petty thing.

"I think i should try with larger fireballs, ya know...tax my body a little harder this time, see how long i can last."

Sider would be gathering large pieces of rubble and set them up at variable distances and intervals while he waited to hear delilah's thoughts on what he said.

[Delilah A. Black]

"When you meditate, you should be aware of your surroundings," she said as he went to go and set up targets. That was why she threw the rock; she was making a point. "If you ever meditate in a place with more than one person in it, mediate externally. Every time you breathe out, try and sense everything around you. When you breathe in, bring this awareness in as close as possible to your being, while still making note of where everything is. When you breathe out again, reach a little farther with your mind."

"If you think larger fireballs are a good way to go, then by all means,"

[Malcomb Warhazzard]

A thought clicked in sider's head.

"wait the meditation thing...lemme try that." Sider dropped the piece of rubble he was holding. "That can wait at least a couple more minutes." Sider sat down in his meditative state and looked around quickly before looking forward again closing his eyes. "Try again when you are ready." He goaded.

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah would raise her brows as far as they would go into her hairline. And she would stand there, doing nothing.


For minutes.

For several minutes.

For TWENTY FIVE MINUTES.

[Malcomb Warhazzard]

Sider would stay in his meditative position, focusing outward, trying to sense everything around him, the wind, the rock, the dark clouds moving over head. Sensing the burn marks on each of the rocks he had hit, the fallen rubble and the aftermath. And then Delilah, still standing there? How long had it been? five minutes? ten minutes? He didn't care, this time was about inward reflection and outward focus.