"Focus." Jacob said, voice smooth and quiet, "You aren't gonna get it on your first try."
Arashi grit his teeth, eyes closed and brow furrowed. Another moment passed, before he opened his eyes, snarling, "Why can't I get this?!"
Jacob edged away as the grass around Arashi's feet went up in flames. With a snap of his fingers, Jacob doused the fire, leaving a black circle of grass around Arashi.
"You apparently can if you're visibly upset." Jacob grumbled, "And that's a problem, in battle." He straightened, "Alright, let's try again-"
"May I suggest something?" Dynamis asked.
Jacob and the lilac haired boy looked at each other, before the brunette nodded and stepped back. Dynamis stepped up.
"Obviously, your anger triggers your power." Dynamis said, "So here's what I want you to do: think of something that's always mad you mad, and always will, and focus on that."
Arashi blinked, before doing as asked; A memory that always upset him was when his parents had died. He'd been angry at his father for not letting him stay and help fight. He'd been grief- striken when he'd found out his parents had died. He'd made a furious vow that if he ever found his and Isamu's parent's murderers, he'd make them know what pain was.
The fire leapt from Arashi's hands, but Dynamis had been ready for it. He easily evaded it, and stepped back. He grinned- in a good way- maliciously.
"Good." Dynamis tucked the hair over his right eye behind his ear, eyes glowing violet. He spoke again, "Now, focus on that feeling, and come at me like I'm your worst enemy."
Arashi attacked.
From far back in the trees, watching the warlocks train, ice blue eyes stood out in the darkness.
Luke sighed, settling himself on the tree branch. He'd come to watch his brother, to silently support him, and he hadn't seen him yet.
"What are you doing here?"
Scratch that- Wales had seen him.
"I was looking for you. To see how far along in his training you'd come." Luke positioned himself to lean against the trunk of the tree, one leg dangling off of the branch, "Unlike you."
Wales' eyes flashed, "I'm not going anywhere near that woman or anyone near her."
Luke ignored the pang of pain in his chest, "In that case, fuck you too."
Luke turned and rolled off the branch, tumbling to the ground, and landing in a crouch.
There was movement on his left, and Wales landed next to him.
"What the hell did you say to me?" Wales snarled.
"You've made it perfectly clear you don't want to deal with me." Luke said, standing up, "So let me make it clear to you of how I feel."
"Please, I'd love to hear them." Wales said, dryly.
"If you're gonna ignore me for being around mom, fine. I'm just gonna act like you don't even exist- because, really, with me, you don't. You act like you know me, what I've been through, but you don't. Next if you or I get injured or worse, I'd bet we wouldn't care, huh? No, you wouldn't with me because I spend all of my time with mom, and me with you because you're too damn stubborn to see things from my point of view. And finally, and I made this point weeks ago, you're turning into a Grade- A replica of dad."
Before Luke could react, Wales grabbed him by the collar, growling, "Repeat that, and see what the fuck it gets you."
Luke pushed Wales away, snarling, "Get your fucking hands off of me!"
The ground rumbled, and before Luke could react, a flurry of sharp, sparkling jewels erupted from the ground and came at him. They cut his skin, some shallow, some deep.
"You bastard!" Luke yelled, and lunged. Wales ducked a left hook at his jaw, tucking and rolling, before taking off through the trees to Starfield.
Luke gave chase.
"What the-!" Arashi exclaimed, as Wales ducked under his fire burst, and turned around. Wales knelt to the ground, hands glowing blue, and stood up sharply, hands going with him. A huge mountain of black rock erupted from the ground.
"Schist." Wales panted, obviously drained at the effort it had taken to lift the jewel.
Then, Luke came flying over the twenty foot high rock, eyes red and fists curled.
Luke caught Wales straight in the jaw, sending him to the ground.
"So that's how it's gonna be?" Wales scrambled to his feet, "Come on!"
"Should I stop them?" Jacob asked.
Nero, Arashi, Julian, Chris, and Dynamis shook their heads.
"No." Dynamis said.
"You don't have any siblings." Chris agreed.
"Trust us, it's all part of the healing process." Arashi finished.
"Though, I'm shocked that their fight hasn't happened before now." Julian frowned.
"Luke's been avoiding Wales- says he hasn't felt well, and that when he's around Wales, it gets worse." Nero said.
The group winced as they heard Luke's ribs crack from a hard kick by Wales.
"Broken bones are part of the healing process?" Jacob asked.
"Sometimes." Arashi said.
"Nero, you were saying about Luke not feeling well around his brother?" Dynamis asked.
"Like... an emotional cut off or void." Nero nodded, "Why?"
"Their sibling bond is severed."
"Come again?" Chris asked.
Dynamis eyed the brothers, eyes glowing, "I see now. Wales, his aura is white, and Luke's is nearly black."
"Translatation?" Julian blinked.
Dynamis watched the brothers a moment longer, before stepping between them, hands out.
"Stop!" Dynamis yelled, "Both of you!"
The two brothers froze, panting. Dynamis turned to Wales.
"You're killing your brother." Dynamis said, flatly.
"He started this fight! So what?!" Wales exclaimed, blue eyes still blazing.
"I mean, emotionally. It can kill him."
"He's already emotionally dead." Wales said, icily.
"Luke!" Both Dynamis and Wales turned to see Lucas collapsing, and Nero rushing to catch him.
Nero felt Luke's wrist, and then his head snapped up.
"Someone go get Nefertiti. Luke doesn't have a pulse."
