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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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."

"That's right, in general it's better to dodge a powerful attack like that. It might mean you give up a chance to counter attack, but it's certainly better than giving your opponent an opening." Kyle paused for a moment to stretch his back. It was a bit sore after that one flip he'd been forced to do. "You have good instincts though, and it showed. Even caught me by surprise a couple of times. Pretty good for your first spar, you should be proud."

Dean was surprised by the praise but quietly pleased.

"Thanks. Like I said, my dad showed us some basics once or twice." And he knew he had good instincts and intuition. You had to as a Hunter. He could read people easily as well.

"He did a good job. Defense needs work, but you've got a solid enough base to build on. If you wanted to keep this up I'm pretty sure you'd be a hell of swordsman in no time." He hoped Dean would take him up on the offer. One Kyle would feel better knowing he'd given him another tool to survive with, and two he wouldn't mind having an excuse to check up on him on a regular basis.

"Yeah? Good. I mean I still like the feel of a good shotgun or rifle but looking to branch out."

He sighed as he settled back wearily. He wasn't just physically tired either. But he wasn't about to bring up his worries about his likely future and decisions.

Already Kyle was planning out in his head a rough training program for Dean. "I still keep a blaster myself so I understand the feeling. Nothing wrong tool in the toolbox though, especially with as close up as some of these Ohm seem to like to fight."

"Yeah, well I'm still gonna stick with a gun for some of them. Like the acid throwers."

"That would probably be a good idea. I don't think you'd be getting a lot of dates with half your face missing."

Dean laughed at that, "Yeah, maybe I can get some sympathy but hate to ruin this pretty face." This is good, it's distracting. A little. Sort of.

Not really.

Dammit.

Kyle laughed with him. "You'd still be better looking than Vader, but then that's not very hard is it?"

Dean snorted more at that, "Hell yeah, and god that guy's such an ass. He doesn't even get how used he is. I'd almost ask if he was that Emperor's guy's puppet or vessel or something the way he talks."

"Pretty much. I'd almost feel sad for him if he wasn't such a kriffing dangerous idiot because of it." More specifically if he didn't keep threatening Arha. "Luke says there's still good inside him, and he's probably right. No one is beyond redemption, but Vader really tests my belief in that."

"Yeah well he screwed up but making everybody pay for it which sucks. World's gotta pay for one wrong decision. Son of bitch deserves whatever he gets." It's hard to tell who Dean was talking about at this point.

Kyle leaned back on his bench, and looked up for a minute before finally speaking again. "This is what I was trying to communicate when I was talking about hate, and anger. If you let them consume you like they did Vader it leads to nowhere good, and the same goes for the people he's wronged. We can't let revenge cloud our minds, and lead us down the same road he took."

"Was never about revenge for me. Not really. And I don't hate the guy. Pity him yeah, but he's not the one I hate."

Kyle looks over his shoulder at Dean, his voice calm, and even. "Who do you hate then?"

Dean didn't answer him. At least not right away and not directly.

He glanced away, and his voice sounded far away as he recited something.

"The First Seal shall be broken when the Righteous Man sheds blood in hell. As he breaks, so shall it break. Couldn't hold out any longer."

Kyle didn't understand all of what that meant, but it certainly wasn't anything good. It had that ring of doom to it that so much prophecy did. "You're only human Dean. We've all slipped before."

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