few experience what you really are

Clashes of steel fill one of Rocket HQ's training dojos with the ephemeral brilliance of sparks. Dressed in nothing but a pair of comfortable brown trousers and a grey long-sleeve, Admin Remiel Calcifet raises his katana to guard from an attack delivered by his blue Bisharp's bladed gauntlets. Like the crash of a flowing river, however, the attacks keep coming as he struggles to defend and find an opening.


Warlord Nobunaga of Dragnor once said that to master the sword was to learn how to seamlessly make it an extension of one's body. The royal was well-versed in the art of swordsmanship, of course, having practiced since as far back as he could remember. But Senketsu had been born with these talents, and they'd been well honed in the Bisharp's past experience as a mercenary Pokémon for the world's elite.


Droplets of blood go airborne after they're freed from the flesh of his left arm. When the black-haired prince staggers backward, seething as the thin cut begins to seep, the Bisharp feigns a retreat— then lunges forward with its arms backward, attempting to capture its opponent in the potentially fatal embrace of its chest blades.


The blades capture nothing but air. In a shower of electric sparks, the admin has suddenly disappeared. It isn't until moments later that he reemerges, sliding open a shoji door and stepping back onto the tatami training mat with a squeeze bottle in one hand.


He plainly admits, raising the squeeze bottle to his mouth and satiating his thirst. His new abilities as an avatar had finally blossomed, and it served him well to practice them, yes. But he couldn't rely on them for everything. For all intents and purposes, that had been a rather dire position to be in, and there was little else he could have done to escape it than attempt an unlikely parry or dodge. Though it still felt like an excuse to grow lenient.

Moving towards a rack of weapons and benches against the eastern wall of the dojo, to go sharpen the blade he carries in his other hand, Remiel stops when the shoji door at the entrance slides open. It appears they have a visitor— perhaps, even, a new sparring partner. Senketsu glares at them as they enter, his blades shuddering with anticipation.

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notes: looking for a 1-2 rockets! we can get to know each other better, or you can put your character forward for some sword training— or both!

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