What works? TEAMWORK! (open)

[Caelan Xander]

The first exam had gone well for Cabal and they'd taken an early lead, but there were still two more events to get through.  Cael for his part was excited and proud of his fellow soldiers for how well they had done.  But like many, he wasn't content to sit and rest on the first win!  So he was strapped on with a ridiculous amount of weight on a vest, and with a bag slapped to his back, running alongside some other Cabalians with an upbeat spring in his step.

"Come on!  Reach deep inside.  Our true power rests in our hearts and with our team.  What works!?"  

"Teamwork!"  Cael would yell enthusiastically with maybe one or two of the other soldiers reluctantly joining him while the others groaned internally.  Or externally.  Cael either didn't notice or pretended he didn't. 

[Triton Augustus]

Triton roamed his way through the grassed land by the structure, one of the few places untouched by the mainland dwellers. The grass was unhindered by the stone man laid and was soft against his bare feet. He was in such a place merely to observe the structure and the land around it, marveling at both the mighty structure of man and the beautiful nature that grew around it. Of course, it was the cause of Poseidon ultimately, because he provided life to it through his water. It was like seagrass, but on land; it was fascinating.

His wonder was halted without warning. A shout had caught his focus. A shirtless leader of many men, seeming to tire them. Sweat reflected the sun from their skin, giving it a shine. Radiating with wrathful heat, the sun mercilessly tormented them. This was unnecessary; there were much better ways to tone the body. He did not advance toward the group but remained in his position, a dozen pair of steps away from them.

"Pardon sir," Triton's friendly but boldly articulated voice shouted, "your training method is not well executed. Aquatic activity provides much better results."

[Caelan Xander]

"Not when you are training for a fight that's going to be taking place right here!" He'd call back, waving for the strange man to come and join them. The more the merrier as far as he was concerned.

[Triton Augustus]

"I must beg to differ, stranger." Triton made his way without haste toward the man to which he spoke.

"You see, I prefer marine training, as it might be clear with the sight of my skin, or rather lack thereof. Even so, my land based combat fairs well against most, and my water combat far greater. Whereas your men fight merely on the land, yet function less efficiently when submerged. It is better to be fair on land and excellent in the sea, than to be skilled on land yet poor in the sea, is it not?" As Triton's words came to a conclusion, so did his advancement. His arms intertwined in front of his chest as he awaited the bigger man's response. It was not to come across as pride or boasting, merely one mind intrigued to hear the other's inner workings. 

[Caelan Xander]

Cael shrugged.

"That's your opinion. But if you think you can match me here I would love to show the men the power of our clashing passion!"

[Triton Augustus]

Triton did not intend to fight the man, but he saw no harm in it. Should he claim victory, he would aid the leader to become a better one. Should he be defeated, which was less feasible, he would simply recover from the encounter in a short amount of time. If that were to happen, it would not be because the mainlander was correct in his claim, but because he was likely more experienced.

"I accept your challenge mainlander. May I request what your piers refer to you as? I would like to know the title of my opponent before I do battle with him." Triton's arms lowered; he turned his shoulder to the man, readying to assume a stance in which to combat.

[Caelan Xander]

"Huh?"

Did he mean his name? Must be. Weird way to ask it.

"Uh, I'm Cael. You?"

[Triton Augustus]

"I am Triton Augustus, son of Poseidon, from the land in the waters of Territory 244." Triton lowered into a stance ready for combat. "You first, opponent."

He would harden his blue scales, preparing himself for the attack.

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[Iron Scales: Triton can harden the scales that cover his body, allowing him to take more punches and deal them back harder, giving him +9 Def and Atk.

4/5 Qi uses remaining]

[Caelan Xander]

"Me first? Like you want me to hit you?"

He blinked.

"How hard?"

[Triton Augustus]

"Of course I wish for you to attack. Is that not what combat involves?" Triton inquired, his stance returning to an erect one.

[Caelan Xander]

"Okay, but how hard do you want me to hit you?"

He folded his arms over his chest. He didn't wanna seriously hurt this guy after all.

[Triton Augustus]

Triton was not sure what to say. "I- Does one not hit his hardest in combat?" Triton questioned his own statement slightly, but chose to continue with his discourse. 

[Caelan Xander]

"Just wasn't sure you wanted me to do that. I don't wanna send you to the infirmary."

He'd say sheepishly.

[Cecelia Riddel]

After meeting a small motley of those who belonged to Cabal, Celia had dared to step out to see what the spectacle of cheers was about. Normally, she woudln't go near the training field, but the sounds got the better of her and she found herself watching a mountain of a man running. The sight of him was almost enough to make her faint - a ruffian with leather, chains, scars and a deep voice that could rattle bones. And yet he was talking about the most cheerful things possible, positive things like teamwork and goals.

Until the newcomer came along, at least. The blue-skinned man offered counter-arguments, and both were surprisingly calm in their disagreement. That was a good thing.

She continued to watch in silence on the sidelines, curious to see what would come of this.

[Triton Augustus]

Triton remained in his stance, unaware of what action should follow. "How are you so sure I will need aid?" he queried, his arms crossing. Was this man one who was blessed with abilities? Could that be the reason?