Chapter 16: Potential [G]

Griffin was walking out of the lair, a handful of steps ahead of Penny. Hmm...what would be good? he questioned himself quietly. Might as well teach 'er how to fight. He stopped walking, only a few paces away from his outdoor equipment. Penny stood silently behind him. Griffin turned around and jumped next to her.

"Do as I do." He punched the air with his left fist. Penny did the same. Griffin punched with his right, and once again she copied him. "Good," he said turning to her.

"Is that all the fighting your gunna teach me?" she asked, frowning and putting a hand on her hip.

"Nope," he jumped and punched simultaneously at nothing. Twice. "You've got a lot to learn."

------------------- 2 Hours Later --------------------

"Again," Griffin said. He watched as Penny jumped from five feet away and punched the sandbag dummy he made. It was makeshift and had to do. "Now kicks are the same way." He backed up and leaped into the air as he jumped, kicking the dummy square in the chest. "You try." Griffin moved aside as Penny tried. Then again and again. She catches on quick. "Okay, I trust you get that one."

Penny only nodded. Her breath was faster than usual from all the jumping. She obviously isn't used to this. "Did you jump alot before...all this?" Griffin asked.

"Only once or twice ever month or so. Why'd you ask?" Penny's breath was back and she seemed very lighthearted again.

Griffin shook his head. "Never mind. Okay, let's try some drills for a little bit, shall we?" He picked up a small stick. It was black and had silver markings. "This isn't the real thing," he mentioned when he sa her expression go from bored to shocked. He had told her all about the Paladins, their tricks, and their weapons during their first day of training yesterday. Good thing she's on her guard though. He tapped the stick on a nearby crate. "Wood." He jumped behind her. "So 'ere's what we're gunna do. I'll pretend I'm a Paladin and try to shock you. You just can't let the stick touch you or you fail. Have you got it?"

Penny nodded. Griffin jumped a few steps in front of her. "Go!" Penny jumped and Griffin spun around, reaching out with the stick. Missed by an inch.Griffin bolted at Penny and she jumped behind him. He looked over his shoulder. At that moment, she aimed her fist at his face. "Bam. I would win."

Griffin smirked. "Look again." Griffin was touching her arm with the imitation shock stick. "Tie. Let's do it again. You'll need a lot of time with this one..."

After four more rounds, Penny was sitting on top of the crate, drinking her water as if she had been in the sun for hours. Oh wait, Griffin thought. She has been. It had been another hour for those other four rounds alone. And he still had more things for them to do.

Griffin jumped next to her. "So did you say you didn't jump alot?" He nudged her with his elbow.

Penny nodded. "Yeah. Only used it to move to my other homes. But when I was younger I used it to sneak out," she grinned, yet the grin turned down into a frown.

"Mmm... A rebel, yeah?" Griffin purred in her ear as he leaned over.

Penny jumped away and Griffin wondered, Was it something I said? He was confused. As he watched Penny punch the sandbag dummy with a great ferocity, Griffin was in awe. This girl got potential. Could be an extraordinary fighter, with the right guidance of course. Griffin grinned and jumped next to the dummy and Penny. "Were you holding back when we drilled?" he curiously asked. She responded with a head shake. He walked behind the dummy, holding it steady on the pole. "Then where'd this energy or anger or whatever it is come from?"

Penny threw one more violent punch at the dummy. It jolted Griffin. "Whoa," he said stunned. He watced as Penny exhaled deeply and jumped away. That look of confusion spread across Griffin's face again. He looked at her jumpscar and went through, following her.

Note from teh Writer: I wanna let everyone know that i'm working on getting art of Penny. If anyone could help, let me know! I'm not very good in that field...