Training (GABRIEL)

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel watched the boy's injuries seal themselves magnificently. His face remained stoic, good, the plan worked out. Under pressure the Qi works faster. Gabriel's eyes slanted curiously as the boy approached. Gabriel was always suspicious of an attack which kept him on edge and ready. As Sylar planted his elbow, Gabriel caught it with little effort and twisted his arm into an uncomfortable direction that if pressured Gabriel would break the arm.

"You still don't understand, you'll be pushed to your edge and lose it, only under a focused mind can you possibly reach your potential." Gabriel said in a dark tone angrily, "Now find your way out of this..." Gabriel mocked, there was only one way out of this and it required focus no brute strength could work.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Gabriel had got him in a bad position. With his arm in an awkward position he was trapped. Gabriel was making him think. This was not going good for him. Sylar started to think. There had to be a way out of it, but how. Sylar couldn’t think of a way. He had to accept his defeat.

“Could we take a slight break in our training. I admit I can’t get out of this.”

He was upset to accept defeat. That was a good reason for him to be trained though. To get better otherwise this was pointless.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel grinned. His arm released a bit on the boys limb giving him the ability to move it despite giving him a short bit of pain from it. Gabriel looked at him a bit more admirably than before. There was a way out of it that was fairly easy should he have been fighting against a less competent fighter but the fact that he'd faced his surrender was training enough.

"Surrender is just as much a tactic as brute force, it lulls your opponent to fury and forces them off guard." Gabriel gave a wink and a short grin as he walked over to a table slowly loosening the bolt gauntlets on his arms.

"Though you're not quite done yet, there's still more you need... a lesson in pain you've already received, now we work on ethics."

(OOC: Stats w/o items;
Strength: 65
Dexterity: 63
Constitution: 37
Intelligence: 17
Wisdom: 17
Charisma: 35)

[Sylar Silverberg]

Ethics eh. Coming from Gabriel that was funny but whatever. He was hear for the training to be better than everyone. Hopefully maybe one day better than him but that’ll never happen. Yet why would Gabriel break it down, and he was taking off his weapons. This would be a much better fight for him. Hopefully it would be more fair. Sylar stood up and got ready for the fight. He would not take a beating this time.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel gave a sadistic grin not feeling any particularly better in any means of the word but in a sense found himself feeling "free." Or something that to equate to it. Never having to deal with the fear of needing the strength his items bore. Rather now he was strong even without them. His training had been paying off. He remembered back to when he was at #259 even with his items he couldn't raise a finger against the likes of Blaze or Amtrum. Now he'd grown ten fold, a living warrior, he could stand proudly by his name.

Gabriel's hands rose in a defensive boxing position, the fists angled up in aggressive stance as he bounced towards Sylar. He'd give the boy two seconds before launching just a twinge slower than before but still nearly twice the speed of the boy. Hammering out punches left and right never leaving but one fist to defend his face from a counter.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar watched as Gabriel took it upon himself to take a boxing fighting style. Something Sylar had never seen him do before. When Gabriel was close enough he seemed to move slower. Not much but still slower. When Gabriel took a fury of jabs Sylar ducked and came up with an uppercut. He would then follow through with a jab to the nose whether he missed or hit him. The only thing he wanted to do was land a hit for once. He would take it upon himself to do it. That was his goal, to hit Gabriel and make sure he felt it. It wasn't all about strength but his technique. He would learn to use knowledge more than strength against Gabriel eventually.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel blocked the uppercut. Though he was impressed by Sylar's new ability to read more in depth to the assaults. The array of fists he'd send out would've destroyed him but a few moment's ago. Gabriel's hand gripped down trying to crush Sylar's hand. With the boy in his clutches he'd fire a quick right hook into his face and he'd release to let the boy off flying backwards.

"Good, you're catching on. Now understand you need to account for loses, try to be the one in the fight who doesn't lose anything but at the same time you don't always need to win. A loss may hurt the pride but it hardens us, makes us stronger."

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar was hit in the face. It seemed to never matter what in the world Sylar did. He would never ever be able to hit Gabriel. It just never seemed to be very fair how he could NEVER hit him. It mattered to him but not that much. He would stand up and continue on. Quickly he stood up and put his fist back up for Gabriel might still have been in a boxing stance. Sylar was keeping his mind open though. Gabriel was unpredictable.

[Gabriel Seran]

So Sylar wasn't giving up? Gabriel would have to make the kid back down, he'd pressure him to the point of unbearable pain, till he begged for mercy. Gabriel shot forward quickly firing two rapid punches from his right hand to the boys face only to back up a half step and sweep him with an attempt at a left handed uppercut.

Sylar needed to learn what Gabriel was teaching him, he'd learn the advantage of retreat but he'd yet to learn how to capitalize upon it. To use retreat as an attack upon Gabriel it'd be one way of finding his weakness. Of finally hitting him.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Gabriel charged at Sylar. It was something he wasn’t ready for. Sylar got hit twice and took the uppercut from him. It was painful but not to the point where he cry. He was done though. He laid there on the ground. Putting his head down in shame. He would not be able to look Gabriel in the eyes. He failed him. All he wanted to do was prove his worth but he failed. The pain of knowing he failed would probably make Gabriel give up on him. It was the right thing to do though. He FAILED.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel looked down at him, disappointing. So much potential but the will breaks easily under pressure. Gabriel thought to himself quietly staring at the boy's crumpled body. There was still hope yet, a broken body and broken soul merely needed a pupeteer to orchestrate it's movements to become a useful pawn. Sylar would become useful in time.

Gabriel knelt down beside his body, "Sylar, you've disappointed me... Though you may redeem yourself," Gabriel in-fluctuated at a reward at the end of it all.

"You will be greatly rewarded for telling me Sara's activities over the next few days.... If you don't do it I can get someone more capable?" the evil grin appeared.

[Sylar Silverberg]

“What? Your not giving up on me? And what are the rewards?”

Was sylar really going to spy on his girlfriend. Maybe to a certain extent but not completely. Gabriel wasn’t going to get in the way of his personal life. He would keep some things to himself and protect Sara’s feelings. Sylar felt like he was in love and would not spy on her would he? He was still confused on whether he would do it or not. There was no price on his love was there. All this time he would still be listening to Gabriel.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel laughed lightly, "Don't you trust me?"

Gabriel would proceed to beat the living hell out of the boy should he question any more. Gabriel had patience but Dissent was a thing he would not tolerate. REM allowed for it and then the Militia crumbled and fell beneath his rule. As for Emily she still held the remaining pieces of it together, to await Unfettered's arrival. Excellent.

"And she is not to know of your assignment, you should be worried about the consequences as opposed to the rewards at this point." Gabriel chuckled and made an evil grin.

[Sylar Silverberg]

“Whatever. If you don’t mind thanks for the training but I need to go. I have some mayhem to do for you.”

Sylar was done looking at Gabriel. It was time to get back to his work. Fighting gangs, and now spying on Sara. That was going to be my hardest task. The thing was that we talked about everything but now he couldn’t tell her this one simple thing. I figured it was going to be impossible. Oh well.

Sylar quickly got up and walked back, not daring to look back at Gabriel. Why couldn’t he give me a straight answer.