Micah Breed *His combat gloves slammed against the punching bag sending a
slapping echo through the training room as he pushed the pace of the combat
sequence he was reviewing. Pausing for a split second to swipe the sweat from
his brow, he readjusts his stance and starts resumes his training*
Tegan
GenOne *Leaving a brief meeting with Lucan, his pace slowed as he approached the
training center. Someone was going at it seriously, and curious, he peeked in
through the glass doors. Arching a brow, he entered and watched his son train
in silence, eyes tracking the movements - noting what he did well and what he
needed to improve upon* Raise your fists higher
Micah Breed *Lifting his sight from
the sequence, he watched his father move across the training room* Higher?
*resisting the urge to verbalize his disagreement, he lifted his hands slightly
higher and went back to pounding on the bag*
Tegan
GenOne Imagine you're in a brawl. I'd expect you to protect
your vital organs *Leaning against the wall, he continued watching in silence
besides the occasional critique. He was good, great even. But as his son, he
knew he could be better and he wanted that*
Micah Breed *Zeroing in on the bag,
he rounds his shoulders slightly and moves through the hits and blocks again.
Holding his elbows to cover his midsection and chest, he lifts his fists high
enough to cover his face and throat from any returned aggression. Breathing through
every move, he keeps his peripheral vision trained on the bulk of his father,
knowing full well that 360 degrees of vigilance is necessary in the world of a
warrior*
Tegan
GenOne *Growling, he put on a pair of glove and joined. He
held the bag, locking eyes with Micah as they both took turns pounding
the heavy weight* You want to be better, you better fucking earn it. You're my
son, and damn if I'll let you slack up.
Micah Breed *Throwing all his weight
into the hits, he never took his eyes off his father's* Slacking? *Swallowing a
growl and a sneer* I work my ass off to earn your opinions *Slamming the bag
twice more* to earn your approval *raising his fists* to earn your status
*sucking in a quick breath, he lets fly with a hard right hook, watching his
gloved fist sail straight past the bag towards the side of his father's head*
Tegan
GenOne *Only quick thinking saved him from being nailed
square in the face. It did manage to scrape the side of his head though.
Letting out a vicious snarl, in the blink of an eye, he had his son backed up
against the wall* You fucking watch your tone when you're speaking to me. I
helped bring you into this world, and I sure as fuck will take you out of it.
You're great, but you're also my child. I trained the others, but you have to
be fucking at the top. Got me?
Micah Breed *Refusing to show
weakness as the chill of the hard wall slammed against his back. He knew he
wouldn't be able to physically move his genone father from his pinning
position. Opting to play up the pride angle, he lifted his lip and spoke
through his own fanged snarl* I am at the top, Tegan. Any higher *pausing for his words to
sink in* and I'll be better than you.
Tegan
GenOne *He bared his fangs in a wicked smile, chuckling
darkly in amusement. He'd heard worse, and refused to be bated by his own son*
Better eh? I want you to prove it. Right now, you're not doing so hot
Micah Breed *Shoving the heel of his
hand into the bottom of his father's chin, he takes the split second of
lessened body pressure as an opportunity and follows through by slamming his
fist into Tegan's steel gut and rolling against the wall to escape the genone's
grasp*
Tegan
GenOne I know I taught you better than to use cheap tricks
*Cracking his knuckles, he stalked Micah and barreled towards him with precise
movements, catching him from behind and pinning him down unto the mat. Steadily
increasing pressure, he held his face against the floor* Still have something
to prove?
Micah Breed *Gritting his teeth as
his vision started to blur from his position on the floor* Dad, Dad! *Squirming
hard to move his weight, he suddenly realizes he wasn't pinned anymore, in fact
he hadn't been for the last few minutes. Admiration replaces the anger in his
chest and he wraps his arms around Tegan's shoulders and returns the hug* I
love you Dad.
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