trans_9 | Swords for Hunters. [Open] (Warning for language because Hunters)

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Swords for Hunters. [Open] (Warning for language because Hunters)

Training was coming along. Also the house they were living in, but it still needed more repairs. That Xander guy was a big help, even if Dean didn't care for how the guy would sometimes stare at his brother too long. It was weird, and he'd be apologetic about it as he'd get back to work. But it's weird. All the one eyed guy would say would be how he knew the other Sam and they worked together against the Yeerk. The very idea of his brother being possessed again by something evil... that was worse, and reminded him too much of the possible futures he kept hearing or seeing. Sam saying yes. Like he was always going to bend over to Lucifer for one reason or another. And Dean had to allow it. Just sit back like some useless bitch while everything falls. Well hell with that, hell with the damn future for that matter. He hoped Adam was in the pods perhaps, and maybe his old man. At very least Mikey can't have them take his place.

Or you can accept your destiny, Dean.

Crap, he could do without the background commentary. He needed a drink or something to fight. He was half hoping Vader would show up somewhere so he could go kick his Sith ass. Be better than contemplating how much his future will suck if they get their world back. Eh, screw it, he needed to practice or something. He checked the time. Hunter class was yesterday, so he was free and clear there. He hated using the Sensoriums but it did work for training purposes. Like the hunting sim he rigged up a few times.

Now, time for something different. Cas was probably poking around the hydroponics. As long as he was just growing herbs and weed and not trying to partake anything narcotic, it seemed like a good idea. Gave him something else to do. Just like what Dean was doing. Keep moving, keep busy. Fight and bury the thoughts down in the hole.

Today's practice didn't involve a gun though. It involved a longsword. His old man gave them some pointers about bladed weapons, and an overview just in case. But most of their battles involved guns and bigger weapons. Still, better to be diverse as possible.

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Dean shook his head, "I'm good." He was used to getting hard training growing up, John pushing his sons almost to the point of exhaustion. Dean didn't mind it, Sam on the other hand...

As it was, he readied himself, eying the new position curiously.

Kyle nodded his head, and begin his attack. It was a powerful overhead swing that while easy to block would probably rattle someones teeth when they did.

Dean brought his sword up but it jolted him enough to make him drop his sword for a moment. He dove and rolled to grab it again, and brought it up to attack from his prone position.

Kyle rolled out of the way of the attack. Once he was back on his feet he charged right at Dean again.

Dean got up, parrying the movement, and trying to use the momentum to steer Kyle to the side and away from him.

Rather than be moved by Kyle planted his feet, and put all his force into making it as difficult as possible for him to be moved. It might mean he gave up a chance at a counter attack, but control of the battle space was far more important to him than that.

Damn, he wasn't expecting that, and actually fell over from the attempt. He did move quickly to right himself before attacking with a low swipe toward the knees this time.

Kyle reacts just in time throwing himself back in a flip, and landing in a crouch. While he made it look smooth it had strained him a bit. He hadn't been expecting to have to move that fast in this fight.

Dean was a born hunter and warrior. It showed in his movements and allowed him to be quick at times when fighting.

He gave Kyle a moment, "Need a break?"

Kyle stands back up and gives Dean a defiant smirk. He wasn't going to make the mistake of underestimating his speed again. "I'm not that old yet. I think I can handle some more if you can."

Dean nodded at that, and took a defensive stance again.

"all right, ready when you are."

This time Kyle dashes to the left before feinting to the right, and shifting back to the left for his attack. Dean might notice that he's holding back less on his speed now.

That's good, he needed to push himself more. Dean was keeping up, or trying to though he felt himself starting to tire already. Dammit, getting soft. He had to step up his practice time.

Good thing he had that attitude because Kyle wasn't letting up any. "Come on! I know you have more in you."

Dean panted a few times, and then straightened up. 'Suck it up, Dean. Give me two more laps, son.' As John would say to him often during practices growing up.

He adjusted his stance, and then went on offensive again.

The next time their blades clanged together Kyle was wearing a huge grin on his face. He couldn't help it. Dean had not only pushed himself, but he was trying to take the offensive again.

Dean's just that damn stubborn to the point of hard headed.

He tried shoving his blade back, before bringing it back for a side lunge to the right.

Hard headed was good for training, not so much for actual combat all the time, but right now it was certainly a virtue.

Kyle bladed his body to dodge, and lunged toward Dean to counter.

Dean turned to defend and take away Kyle's target before sweeping his blade to parry.

Kyle met his parry, and did his best to lock Dean's sword with his to force a contest of strength that he knew he'd have the advantage in.

And Dean was already tired by this time, he struggled but then faltered in his steps, panting hard.

Seeing this Kyle took a couple of steps back, and lowered his sword. There was no need to take it any farther than that. Train to the point of failure then discuss the mistakes, that was the way to go. "I think we're done for now, at least with the physical training."

Dean had a couple of benches appear to flop down on, and worked on his breathing.

He then asked, as he set his sword aside, "What do you mean, the physical part?"

Kyle sat down on one of the benches and looked over at Dean. "You know that the physical is only one part. Analyzing your spar is another, and it's best to do it while it's still fresh in your mind. You don't have to talk it over with me, but just replay it in your mind, and think about what you may have done differently. If you want to ask a question I'll do my best to answer it."

Why yes Kyle did sound a bit like a teacher, but what did Dean expect? This was what he did most of the time.

Dean blinked at that, and then realized. His dad would somehow do something similar with them after practice. Usually along the lines if you did it this way you or your brother will stay alive.

"Uh, well like that one move of yours that shook me up when I parried, I should have dodged instead."

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