The World Below

Blaise slams his fist on the ground and speaks a she gets back up. "Oh really now!? Then how about instead of beating me up you actually teach me something? Sound like a good idea huh?" Blaise says as he dusts himself.

"...No this is more fun."

Blaise shakes his head in frustration and speaks. "Fuck that! I am not going to continue until I am taught something! Urgh!" Blaise says as he was heated.

"Urgh? Really? Well I suppose I shall concede , but I expect no back sass are we clear boy?" He replies calmly as he stabs his polearm into the ground and approaches Blaise "Stand up."

Blaise stood up, he then waited for more instructions.

"When you are strucken down , you must fall in a way that quickly allows yourself to get up , if you are struck onto your back , use the flats of your hands to race yourself , it to the side , the forearm" He begins ,and goes on for a while about the many intricacies of how to fall correctly and begins to demonstrate for him for a good while to give him a taste of the technique.

Blaise nods in understanding, he starts to practice imitating what Beast does until he gets its right.

"Now that we know you can fall on your ass like a champ , I suppose I should start teaching you how not to fall on your ass in the first place."

Blaise just shrugs and proceeds to listen to more, he did not mind this sort of Beast as the guy seemed to be calm and informative for now.

The training seems rather easy at first , but Blaise has no doubt realized that's because he's only learning the basics today , things like proper punching technique , how to use momentum and torque in his attacks, keeping his guard up , and creating combat reflexes through repeating combos and certain techniques. This is all enforced by the Beast's personal brand of corporal punishment, in his hand he held a slim and elegant barber's razor with a bade made of pure silver,a metal that burned the flesh of creatures of the dark. And indeed it did burn , whenever Blaise dropped his guard or forgot a very important step , before he could even react the razor would cut, and by the end of the training Blaise has around six to seven fresh scars along his arms.

Blaise grunts after the training, small cuts on his scaled arms with small stains of bleeding. It was some cruel training, but it seemed to be working nonetheless as Blaise did improve. Right now his stomach was grumbling as he was mighty hungry.

"Go find yourself a meal." The Beast orders.

Blaise stood up and went to it then, they have taught him where to get food right? So Blaise would go dine as he was quite well fed here, the food was healthy and filling.

It was also very strange and he was pretty sure those round succulent orbs were eyeballs of some kind.

Blaise stayed away from the orbs, that was in his mental list of what not to eat here. He simply sat at a table and ate stuff he deemed as... Normal as possible like meat, veggies and fruit.

These are still weird , often consisting of strange spiked fruits , tentacled small roasted beasts , and vegetables that seem to have teeth.

Blaise has no choice but to take what he deemed less worse, he had to eat something down here and he was very hungry right now after an intense training session he needed the energy.

It actually tastes rather good and soon enough he feels much better.

Blaise was now filled, he stood up and went outside to look for Beast, were they going to continue or no?

He doesn't find him there.

Blaise narrows his eyes, where Beast might have gone? Well, if he can't 'find' him Blaise might as well take a break. Fuck that guy...

"Was taking a piss ." He explains.

Blaise turns to face Beast, well fuck he came back. "I see... Well, are we going to keep training or what?" Blaise asks, but he also had other unrelated questions that he wants to ask but maybe later.

"No, I do not wish to exhaust you , and you have not been trained in combat before."

Blaise gives a small nod. "Okay then... Then can I ask a question?" Blase says folding his arms.