Training (GABRIEL)

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar was on his way to a warehouse. Gabriel had told him to meet him there and started to wonder why. It wasn’t like he let anything slip. He had kept quite and not told a soul anything. He was following instructions. This had to be something else. Sylar had come in view of the warehouses. Now which one was it. He got out of the cab and slammed the door. He wasn’t going to pay the man. Oh well, not like Sylar cared.

Sylar saw a lot of warehouses. He took out his phone and reread the text. It seemed to be the same one as they had their meeting in. The door of the warehouse seemed to be unlocked which was good. That meant he had to be here already right. Quickly Sylar walked in. The lights seemed to be on already but there was no sign of Gabriel. Wonder where he could be.

[Gabriel Seran]

The warehouse Gabriel had arranged was well lit, as far as most would see. There still hide dark secrets because within each lighted spot there is an equal force of dark fighting against it. Simple rule of balance. Though things are never as simple as people portray them to be. To each his own dream, one man's dream is another's disaster. Gabriel would make his dream.

He strode in from the dark edge of the warehouse dressed in a fashionable black to meet the dark aura about him. Eyes rimmed in a darkened gold whilst the space beneath his eye ran a darkened purple. Teeth glimmered sinisterly. Rational thought was beyond him at this point and it seemed as though this wasn't the man who lead armies but who led bloody rampages.

"Hello Sylar," He said in a dark accented voice not giving the kid time to react, he reached out with his right metal palm digging the fingers into his gut and twisting it violently. He sought to peel the skin away. Laughing with evil lust.

[Sylar Silverberg]

The cold feeling of metal hit my stomach. It was painful. Sylar didn’t know what to do. It was such a surprise but why would Gabriel call him there just to beat him. It just wasn’t right. Quickly Sylar stepped away. He would then step closer and throw an elbow to Gabriel’s face. If it hit then it would make him flinch hopefully. If not then Sylar would twirl on his foot and lead his heel into Gabriel’s gut. One of them had to hit he thought. It just wouldn’t seem far to be left open. Specially since it was something Sylar didn’t ever really do before. His normal routine would be to take the other person to the ground. What he was now doing was totally different.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel suffered a quick blow to the face which made him scoff lightly. Hardly an effect. Though the blow sent a shock through his nose up the bridge into his eyes making them appear far more blood red than perusal. He laughed lightly before turning the moment into his advantage. He'd use the buried hand to yank Sylar off the ground with a single arm. The metal corks still driving into his gut tingling with force.

"Power isn't always about strength Slyar, learn that much from me." The glazed over expression shifted eyes up fiercely towards his face. "You have to know your foe before you can engage him outright," With that Gabriel would thrust Sylar off into a nearby crate probably shattering it violently.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar went flying into a barrel a little ways away. It broke into many tiny pieces. When sylar could see straight again he saw that one of the pieces of wood looked like a knife. That would work to his advantage. Sylar quickly slide it in his coat. It would come in handy. Sylar attempted to stand but feel quickly to the ground. There seemed to be a piece of wood stuck in the tendon in his ankle. He knew that Gabriel would see that as an advantage. This would work. Sylar rolled over so his front was to Gabriel. Quickly Sylar would reach back and pull the wood out. Quickly he would heal it. (-5 con) This would work to his advantage for Gabriel didn’t know I could do this. Sylar would wait for Gabriel to approach and slash the wooden piece right in the tendon of his foot. Exactly where Sylar had been hit. If successful Gabriel would go down and Sylar would stand up and widen the gap between them again.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel mocked at a distance, slowly pacing his way in closer. A sadistic smile and those darkened bloodied gold eyes. A monster he had become. Though Sylar didn't know that quite yet to the boy Gabriel was his master, if only he'd jump through hoops like a dog simply for the amusement of Gabriel. He paced about till he pulled a crow bar off of a nearby crate. He tapped it lightly against his palm in a taunting gesture.

"I don't see you learning all too well, was I wrong in my decision to choose you? Prove me wrong!" With that Gabriel swung the pipe much like a golfer would, uppercutting the bat like object into Sylar's lower jaw. Gabriel wanted to see him hone an ability, he had a thought that perhaps Qi could be manifested by true terror and pain. Thats how his came about, and it was far more painful than this.

[Sylar Silverberg]

The crowbar smacked the bottom of his jaw. It seemed to have took off some skin at the tip of the chin. Actually a lot of skin. Sylar would roll away to get away from Gabriel. Quickly he would stand up. Still in a mass amount of pain. He would look at Sylar. Blood dripping off his chin. He wouldn’t heal quite yet. He could bleed for a little. Use it to his advantage.

Sylar saw that there was another crow bar on a nearby crate. Quickly Sylar grabbed it and ran at Gabriel. Once again Sylar would swing it as hard as he could at the real arm. Not his metal one. If missed he would twirl around and take the defensive position. Waiting for Gabriel to attack back.

[Gabriel Seran]

Blood. Good, it was a start but he wanted to hear the kid wail in fear, in pain. Gabriel grumbled lightly as he brought the crowbar around for another strike. Though Sylar did use Gabriel's misinterpretation to his advantage. The kid drew out his own crow bar and dashed it against Gabriel's limb. Moving swiftly he evaded the blow only receiving his own knock back damage onto his shoulder sheering the leather of his jacket and perhaps fragmenting a bit of the skin beneath.

Gabriel laughed lightly at the layer of blood coming from his shoulder. "Weakness is your inability to see things like this, understand Sylar?" With that he'd move quickly the crowbar in hand would move to intercept/deflect Sylar's while Gabriel would fit a boot into the boy's chest to kick him onto his back at the floor.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar went down again. Not seeming to be able to do any damage Sylar would just stay on the defensive. Try to counter what he seems to be doing. If Sylar takes the offensive then Gabriel just counters. So what if he played Gabriel’s game. Switch the roles a bit. Let Gabriel come to me. Then maybe he would have a little bit of a chance. Hopefully that was. Once again Sylar would stand up. This time though he took the defensive. Sylar would gesture for Gabriel to bring it.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel didn't strike this time, the boy was learning. Good, it always took a good three tries to knock sense into someone. Though the game hadn't changed yet again Gabriel was making it where he wanted the blows to be taken. It was all his game no one had better control than himself.

"Slyar, what is your opinion of this?" It was a rare moment an easy enough question that an underling was given the privilege to speak out.

"Do you think me mad? or would you say I have ulterior motives?" Gabriel laughed lightly dropping the crowbar aside.

[Sylar Silverberg]

“You don’t care for my opinion but if you must no what I think, I think that there is something behind what you are doing. That there is a bigger picture that no one else see’s but you. I will stay by your side for whatever it is, but just know that I’m no one’s bitch. I will follow orders and stand by your side. So simplified down I believe you have motives.”

That was how Sylar felt. He watched as Gabriel dropped the crowbar. That was a good sign. Sylar also dropped his but made sure that it fell onto his foot. That way he could easily launch it back into his hands for a defense mechanism. You could never be to sure with Gabriel. That much he learned.

[Gabriel Seran]

So when all the chips were laid down the kid was a masochist. Out for pain and of course nothing would change the kids mentality on it. Though Gabriel enjoyed the certain lapse of power it gave him. The man strode forward with blatant disregard for the rules of engagement. He didn't care for the weapon at Sylar's feet, merely an obstacle, things like that were merely tools for future problems.

A grin and Gabriel was at it again this time little distance between them he'd thrust his foot down onto Sylar's foot probably breaking a few toes in the process and Gabriel would crouch and fire a head butt at Sylar's injured jaw. Fun Right?

[Sylar Silverberg]

Gabriel continued to walk towards Sylar. He never said anything to his reply. Not a chuckle or anything. He just walked over to him. When he had closed the gap he thrusted his foot right for Sylar’s toes. Not happening today. Quickly sylar brought his foot up and thrusted it back at Gabriel’s knee. Hopefully pushing it backward and breaking it. If not he would brace for impact at what came next.

[Gabriel Seran]

The boy didn't even think to protect himself this time around bluntly facing the force that was to come. All he'd done was pray for his counter to work and though it worked out, it only slowed Gabriel down a mark the boy would be sprawling on the floor with the thrust Gabriel Delivered once he was downed Gabriel would stand his full height again back to the pacing.

"Never expect a counter to work o what you imagined it to be, always prepare for defeat so that you can be forewarned of victory." Gabriel was giving him little bits of wisdom so that soon enough he'd be able to rival some actual fighters rather than be pushed around.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar was launched on the floor. The pain was becoming unbearable. He did have something to say though.

“Why the hell would I accept defeat. It’s not like anyone else can harm me to much. These wounds are nothing see.”

Sylar finally decided to heal himself.(-5 con) The blood was becoming a nuisance anyways. Gabriel would now no why Sylar didn’t give up. He couldn’t give up. It just wasn’t in him to. Hopefully the healing factor would surprise him enough for Sylar to land a blow. Sylar would stand up and get close enough to elbow him again. If missed he would roll off to the side and Spartan kick him in the back. Otherwise he would take up a defensive boxer stance again block what he had coming.