The Power of Ten

Chapter 6-162: Playing with Fire

Chapter 6-162: Playing with Fire

His name was Edward Freundul, a smiling and cheerful fellow eternally fighting chubbiness, with ruddy cheeks and a happy-go-lucky attitude. His father ran a well-known high-end machining company supplying parts for Gritworks Firearms, and had made quite a fortune off the demand for high-end firearms there.

His sons spiritual bias was definitely with the freewheeling flamer set, but Fire was based on Charisma and Dexterity, and Eddies highest Stats were in Strength and Con at 15 each, by her eyeball. He simply didnt have the ability to break Three and enter the higher Levels of the truly talented Powered as a Fire Dragon Warrior.

That said, he could use chi, which many people would give their left arm to be able to do, and if he had to, he could take up Melee and Level up that way, although it would not be as good as sticking with the Dragons if he could.

Despite himself, she could see he was shocked when he drew the two short, curved Wingblades out, and put his chi into them. His whole body trembled at the feeling of completeness and harmony in the Blades.

I have already named them. This is the big Wingblade... its name is Gross. This is the little Blade, its name is Klein. She touched each Blade in turn. They looked absolutely identical to the naked eye, but neither of them was fooled by that. Internally, they were very different, indeed.

Little brother follows the big brother, he smiled, his head bobbing as he spun the Blades between his fingers and over his hands, exclaiming excitedly at how smoothly the whole process was. This, wow, this really feels like they were made for me...

Sama didnt press matters, as that was exactly what they were. The Denthek terms were excruciatingly precise about matters like this, covering strength, build, reach, hand and finger sizes, natural coordination, and other factors when making the right weapon for someone.

That was what high QL was for. Magical or not, he was the one the Blades were built for, and nobody else would feel as harmonious with them as him.

My dad already paid you, right? he asked belatedly, realizing something.

Yes. Sixteen goldweight each, these things were far from cheap. His dad had shelled out the equivalent of nearly five million dollars for these for his Powered son. Obviously, he had high hopes. Appreciate them. They were not cheap, even for him.

Yeah. His eyes were dancing as he spun them around again. Hey, Im doing a demonstration at the high school here, do you want to come? I figured I might as well, since Id be stopping to get these.

Sure. Its about a half mile down the road. We can just walk there. I imagine you want to stretch your legs after that drive.

That would be great! he agreed, his smile standing out in his scruffy orange-red beard.

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She noticed him glancing at her feet as she glided along, and he couldnt hold it in. You know lightfoot? he had to ask, doing a quick back and forth juking too fast for just muscles, unless you thought inertia was just a joke.

Wave-Skating Step. Its not as maneuverable as a Hotfooter like you, but its more sustainable and ignores terrain. At speed, it can run over water, too.

Really? He looked out over the lake to their right, enjoying the view. Sounds pretty useful...

So is Hotfooting, especially in a fight when you are dancing around quickly. You just need the foundation for it.

He looked at her sharply, and she lifted an eyebrow at him. He sighed despite himself. You know Im not very good, dont you? he had to ask.

Not every Powered is a genius, or even talented. Like anything else, it is something you build to if its not natural to you.

You look like youre in pretty good shape. Do you fight?

He actually drew back when she smiled, and her whole demeanor changed. Yes. I fight a lot, and would even more, if I could. It was a bit of a drive downstate to get to a good arena...

Uh... how good are you? he had to ask.

Im a Six Melee.

He swallowed as he looked at her in a new light. Thats pretty impressive...

Its why I know youre only a Three. Youve got strictly average coordination, although your physique is pretty good otherwise. Youre a bit of a charmer, which is how youre at a Three, but its going to be years before you make Four, without some real help. I think your father realized it, and its why he bought you the Swords, so youd be able to fight above your weight.

Not just a status symbol? he asked, his thoughts clearly on other things, like the showiness of them, and a father with money to throw around.

Wingblades are supposed to be showy, glittery, attention-getting. The idea is to underestimate what the weapons can do, and be drawn into their dance. A dull wingblade is like a chick who cant fly. You want to soar, to show and be seen. Fire Dancing swordplay is neither humble nor demure. You throw it all out there and make it a show. Its all part of the style.

Youre familiar with the House of the Fire Dragon? he had to ask, a bit startled.

You trained in Detroit, so youre using the orthodox Fire style, which is all over on the internet. Yes, I am familiar with it. Fire Dancers loved performing in the fighting arenas, too, as the roar of the crowds was something they lived for... and they really nursed grudges when she beat the crap out of them, too, always wanting to come back for more. You want some help with your show? They are bringing the whole school to see it, you should make a good impression, above and beyond showing off flaming fists and performing a few katas.

That would be great! he blurted out in relief, clearly showing that he might have been a little too eager to do that.

Ive been teaching some of the kids here, so they have a basic grounding in fighting. Seeing how a Fire Dancer fights and how to counter it would be something they could get behind.

He chuckled wryly. Are you going to humiliate me? he asked with a grin.

No, Ill make you look pretty good, actually.

Uh, you didnt bring a real Weapon, he noted, leaning back to not stare at her butt, and the dagger above it.

Morphing Weapon. Thats a full arming Sword.

Oh. Oh! He blinked in shock. Wow, a swordswoman! Dont see too many of you around. I feel I should know who you are... His face scrunched as he stared at her thoughtfully.

You probably dont catch the Green Bay arena fights, being between Detroit and Chicago, as it were.

Uh, no. And his face said he felt sorry hed missed it. Nom de guerre?

The Golden Hag.

He actually stopped walking for a second. Oh shit! he squeaked.

Caught that Chicago tourney, did you? She smiled slightly. Youre not to tell anyone Im up here. I dont want people stopping in to ogle me while Im working.

Of course n- he started to respond automatically.

On your Swords.

He met her very serious green eyes, and swallowed. He lifted up both Swords, crossed them, and solemnly swore that he would never tell anyone that the Golden Hag was working up here in Wakefield.

She nodded when he was done. Violating the Oath would basically destroy his dantian and years of hard work, and he knew it. Hed keep his mouth shut.

So, heres what I would like to do...

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Phoenix Kick!

Edward shot up into the air too quickly, snapping a kick off at her head, the foot trailing the same flame that was around his hands. Sama blocked it easily, stepping aside as he came down, and slapped away the two handstrikes that followed the kick, ignoring the flames coming off of them as they caressed her skin, but everyone knew that she should have been burned.

The students had already learned the fire was very real, as it had eaten Minervas first hour homework right in front of them, giving her an awesome excuse for the watching teacher. The Fire Dancer burned my homework! was just too good to not use.

Phoenix Peck, Raise the Tail!

He dashed in for a head butt, slamming his head forward, and she retreated to avoid it, while he went right into a handstand, his feet coming over with frankly startling agility for his build, and the one-two under-kicks just slid by her chin before he rotated, spun to sweep her feet in a bright showy circle of flames, and she hopped over them with minimal effort.

Fire Dancing was an aggressive form, and didnt have too much use for defense, being of the mind that an opponent burned and bleeding on the ground was the best defense there was. It hurt them when going up against competent people, but the Way of Fire was really good at dealing with opponents who thought they were fast or agile, and Edward was pushing his skill at it to the maximum, trying to land a solid hit on her.

He hadnt managed to yet, which was mortifying to him. The couple of punches hed landed had just bounced, like she was made of iron or something, and she didnt get burned in the slightest.

She went through all his basic moves, acting as both attacker and defender for them, while the students watched in rapture at how quick everything was being executed. Sama then broke the move down in slow motion, how to identify it, how to defend it by block or evasion, and how to immediately counter it in response.

Edward was getting instructed, too, and everyone could see it when he went stumbling back every now and then in the face of their Senpais absolute poise. He started calling out Again! to repeat the same moves, just to see what she had done, and when she broke it down in slow motion, he was watching as raptly as anyone.

Defend! Phoenix Kick! Her jump explicitly wasnt as fast as his, as if subservient to physics that his was not, nor did she fall back to the ground so quickly. Her kick, however, was long and elegant, and if she hadnt been aiming for his ear instead of his nose, he wouldnt have knocked it away in time. Likewise, when she came down and whirled in to deliver the left and right follow-up wingblows, the force of the first smashed his block aside, and the second one ripped across his shirt, leaving three gashes in it.

Whoa! was the general consensus, and Edward looked down in astonishment. If shed been aiming for meat, hed be leaking blood right now...

As you can see, the technique works fine without the flames obfuscating where the attack is truly coming from and going to. You just have to be really fast and strong, Sama announced crisply. Stepping back, she pointed to the first row of young spectators. Im going to borrow you five for a demonstration. Master Edward, youll be showing off your Hotfoot.

He smiled despite himself. He wasnt good at the Fire Dragon, but he had practiced the lightfoot a lot, and could keep up with anyone his Level at it.

Milty, you stand here. Harris, here. Kasper, here. Niorn, here. Jason, here. Thomas! Lets see your lightfoot, youre racing Master Edward. She pointed at the other end of the gym.

Thomas Costivogn fairly ran down the stairs, eager to participate. He lined up at the far end next to the Flame Dancer, who was standing in front of the five students lined up in a row facing him.

Master Edward will be zigzagging between each of the students, you just sprint for the end. The first one to hit my hand wins! Sama called out from the opposite end of the court, mainly used for volleyball and dodgeball games. Thomas blinked, wondering how he could possibly lose. On your marks... get set... go!