"Where is he?" Pyro grumbled, irritated, as he flicked his lighter on and off. His eyes never strayed from the road where Kyvain should have appeared thirty minutes ago.
Match shrugged lightly. She was just as bored as her brother but was not willing to admit it to him. "He's usually late." She reminded him, as she made herself comfortable against a stone that was close to the river.
"Yeah" Pyro agreed, "But not this late." He scowled darkly. "I'm bored out of my mind here."
Syketon allowed her eyes to turn skyward. Heaven help them if Pyro decided to find a cure for such a thing.
"Oh." Rukia, who had been quietly watching, turned towards the road. "He's here."
"Alright." Kyvain announced as he walked towards the group. "Today's all about our weak points. Pyro-" He turned towards the Quincy in question. "-Quit trying to make that trashcan explode and work on your muscles. Match-" The female Quincy blinked in acknowledgement. "-Work with Rukia on stamina." Then Kyvain turned to Syke and the girl shivered, not liking the blood-thirsty smile that her friend held.
"You're training with me today, Syketon."
A cold chill settled over Syke. No. She did not like this at all.
A short while later and Syketon was using every profanity that she had ever heard and even inventing a few of them herself. She ached everywhere and her temper was reaching dangerous levels. There was no denying the fact now that Kyvain was skilled. Hell, he had run fucking circles around her just now. Syketon had thought that she had improved in the weeks that the she had been a shinigami. She had thought that she could handle anything thrown at her. Now she wasn't so sure – and that thought pissed her off badly.
Kyvain had been training as a shinigami his entire life. He had far more experience than her but the thought that he was better than her just made her burn. Watching him as he smirked and stared at her knowingly just made her want to win even more so. She wasn't one to back down just because the odds seemed to be against her.
This was why she still turned to face him again - even after he kept knocking her down. Because she wasn't one to just roll over when things got difficult – she would keep going – until she couldn't go anymore.