Get Off Your Arse, Bitch, This Is Boot Camp! (Miro)

by **Aello** on August 4th, 2012, 2:08 pm

Summer 6, 512 AV

It was a cool summer morning, considering how a light breeze filtered through the trees, fanning the folds of a woman's clothes. Blowing the occasional bead of sweat which lined her brow as she stood silently. Muddied eyes blazing with the heat of captured sun. Golden colored streamers of light which cascaded down towards the earth, blanketing portions of twisted forest in its glory, while other sections were cast in unsightly shadow. Aello's gaze swept over the land, a precaution to see that the coast remained clear, before they settled on the half blood. Soft tendrils of blue smoke circled his skin; hinting at his favoritism for the para element ice. A single brow rose as she glared at him waiting as each of her hands trailed down to her sides. "So you wish to be even more powerful?" Aello asked, her tone playful, hinting at the fact that she wanted to spark his interest, thus, drawing him in. "Then you should have listened," she went on, her tone a little colder now. Flecked with crystallized water. "You were told over a chime ago to drop and give me twenty, and you have not done so. Don't you know that the only way to be truly powerful is to harden both mind and body? To practice your skills ad nauseum only does so much for a man. Or a woman. You need to strengthen every part of the self to become a true force to be reckoned with."

Chocolate colored eyes danced over him lazily as a single hand rose. One she passed through her hair. Deep brown strands woven between fingers; dry, in need of a wash. She idly pulled apart a few knotted strands as she looked at him. "Your mind is in need of attunement," Aello wore on. "You use your magic with abandon in battle. Paying little attention to your body and its needs and when it has come close to reaching its limit you seem incapable of stopping. Of course, the magic itself may whisper sweet things to you. Suggest you keep on going. Or perhaps you simply kid yourself into thinking you are greater than you are. It matters not. You still need to reign this in, lest you kill yourself. Make everything all too easy on your opponent." The woman paused as her irises tilted up, as though she were looking down on a pupil. Or perhaps, simply the boy in general. "To strengthen your mind, you must learn to think of nothing. To clear it. You must meditate more, for sometimes, that is the only thing that can bring you out of the madness induced by the very magic you so love. You so strongly wield." Again she paused, "and secondly, you must learn how not to be such an easy man to read. You're too predictable, too easy to figure out. It's pathetic. Even a child could use your routine nature against you, and destroy you."

For a moment Aello said nothing as she allowed her body to crumble. Within a heartbeat, her legs had curled beneath her figure, and her palms were resting face up on her knees. "Secondly, magic leaves your form weak. It drains the body; keeps it from growing muscle. It's not like fighting with a blade or even a bow. There is much less development of the form in your art, than in some of mine." The girl took a deep breath, in through the nose and out through the mouth, relaxing herself as her shoulders rolled back. "That is why you must drop Miro, and perform these pushups. Another round of twenty if they prove to be no good. Otherwise you are nothing. Do you hear? NOTHING." Her eyes darted off to the distance, disinterested in whatever response played on his features. Corrupting a recently plain palate. "Now do as you're told!" Aello barked. "And count them off as you go. Work to the beat," she added as she began to slap her knee. Making the skin around grow red.