He listened to Raimes riposte of words, and it was interesting. It was an interesting look at what fighting in the underground did to a person that fought in it, and he wasn’t wrong. It did tear a person’s psyche, if it wasn’t torn anyway. He was blocked and then pushed down, but there was something wrong, the way he hit the ground. He hit the ground like it a ton before, but there was something wrong here. His heart sped up, but he was fading. The way he had fallen, he had hit his neck/head right where it connected, and if he weren’t so tough, that might of broken his neck, but that wasn’t the issue. The issue laid in the fact that he was losing consciousness, and wasn’t ready to deal with it. He got back up, his legs shaking. He looked at Raime, who was getting angrier and angrier, but it didn’t matter to Soyata. An opponent was an opponent, no matter who big or small. He’d start to throw a punch, but would stop mid-way, and fell to his knees, his will to stay conscious was failing. Sure, he’d most likely be fine later, but this was a matter of pride. A matter of staying up, and fighting until he couldn’t fight any longer. That was the way he was taught. He wasn’t taught to give up, he was taught to keep fighting until he died. That’s what he planned on doing. However, it was obvious to even the most unskilled eye that he was not in good shape.
This idea that he was doing horribly showed when he tried to speak, as he was almost unconscious, and the strain was shown.
“Yew… shaell nawt win.
He fell forward, his eyes still open but empty. His body didn’t move, except for his hair, which fell forward onto the ground, covering his face which grimaced unconsciously in pain; contorting as his body hasn’t felt such pain in at least 2 years. Was the pain the reason he fell? Maybe so, maybe not. He wasn’t sure why he fell unconscious; not that he felt anything. It was all darkness to him, but in his bout of darkness, Master Soyata came up to him in his… dream? Usually he didn’t see anything, but in came Master Soyata.
“You did good ‘ol buddy. Take a rest, and live to fight again. This guy, though, must be strong to have even harmed you. Take pride in the fact that you fought in a warriors battle. You must remember that even we lose. We, your masters, aren’t immortal. We’re good, sure, but we’re not on the level of some of those people you’d call hunters. Those people are beasts. Sure, we’d be allowing you to go to a school to train, but you must be weary. Those there, especially those teachers, are most likely on a higher level than those you’ve faced, and you’re likely to die. Take that fact and run with it. The worst that can happen is death, the rest is just training. I mean, you’re strong. Don’t get me wrong, you’re extremely strong, but there are things in this world that will destroy you in your current strength.”
Master Soyata sat beside Soyata, and rolled him, in his dream, to face him. The face gave him hope that he’d survive this, especially if Raime kept his side of the bargin. He had faith Raime would, as if he did, Soyata would live another day and keep on going, much to Master Kyles distaste. He trained to be tough under Master Kyle, as he was the most brutal of all the masters. He’d throw Soyata again and again just to have Soyata get up. He remembered something extremely important, then, that the apparition of Master Soyata spoke up.
“ It’s not about how many times you go down, it’s about how many times as you get up. That number should always be equal. Always. You get hit by me and go down, get up. Get up so you can fight again. Kyle breaks your legs? Get up anyway. We’ve fought on worse. If you fall unconscious, it shows you fought hard and didn’t give in. That’s what we’d be proud of. Proud enough that I’d be willing to pat you on the back when you’d wake up.”
Master Soyata then got up, and walked away, and then some he didn’t expect to see in this dream, Master Kyle, walked up. It was an apparition like Master Soyata, but this time, Kyle sat and pulled him up so he was laying on the large bulk of his side. Kyle hugged him tightly, but had a grimace on his face like always.
“I usually don’t agree with the sap, but you did well kid. Fighting against someone his size is hard, you should know. I’m about as big as he was.”
Master Kyle set him back down, but there was no other master who came in. He figured at least one of his other masters would come in, but no. It was only Master Soyata and Master Kyle. It was a grave issue to him, that either they either did not care enough, or he did not learn enough from them. Then again, Master Soyata was the one who gave him his name, he learned, and Master Kyle has taught him a lot. Enough that, while scare, is extremely smart and strong. Kyle fell to violence usually, but he was smart. It was shown by the way he fought and by the way he walked. He was always on guard. Master Soyata could rarely get a drop on the big guy, and that meant something when the weapons-master could not get a drop on you. It meant you were as good as you could be, at least, in Soyatas mind that’s exactly how it is. That’s exactly what it means. It means that you are much higher in skill then him. He noted that, he could die though.
It could be worse, he could have been stabbed and such, but no. He had more faith in Raime then that. He had more faith in everyone there, it was something he learned at the temple, faith. That was a large thing there, having faith that you’d not die while in the temple; not that there was a medic there. You were given time to heal, and given time to rest. It was a thing of respect, even between master and student, there was that respect that was never broken. Never. If broken, the two would never see each other, as one would likely be dead.
In his dream, his eyes closed, and would open when he was either awoken or when he was killed.
HP=170
