Pity Party// [Cass] Blitz

Mother isn't tactful, so when she started crying, as she died to get me to train, to become her star Father quickly followed behind. It was hard enough watching the people you thought cared about you the most in the world manipulate you like that, but when you rocked up to the training centre with below average skills in almost every area? That was when the real misery began.

I'm not your typical career, where most of them have a sword in their hand before they can speak, I started only a few years back. So here I am now, shoved into my age group where my skills are completely inadequate to theres. The only weapon I have much care for is the Bow. That's for quite a few different reasons as well, one of those being because of Sol, but the weapon is just much more appealing. It's when I'm practicing with it, that i hear them, the others, I think they're a little younger then me, they're watching a tall girl fight, and the words that drip from their lips are insults that make me cringe.

I'm used to being verbally bashed, used to doing nothing about it. Gaze narrowing, I growled, before stepping forward, my grip on my bow shifting as I brought it up and down to whack the head of the nearest bully. "Say- Say another mean thing and I'll hit you harder."

The kid reacted with a pitiful whimper, before scampering off. I stared, eyes widening as I watched the taller, stronger figure disappear further into the training centre. It was astounding, honestly I had thought he'd try and fight back, maybe take a swing and then suddenly I'd be the one needing to be saved. Slowly my surprised morphed into a toothy grin, and I turned, facing the tall girl.

She looked incredibly strong, her entire form muscle, lean and unbreakable. My eyes widen as I take in her entire size, she's bigger then I thought she was going to be. "It's okay." I respond, my smile widening. "I don't like it when they say things about me, so I couldn't let them do it to someone else."

My eyes widened, as I stared at this girl. Everything about her was strong, there was this air that said don't mess with me. I could feel it now, and I didn't understand -couldn't fathom, why those bullies had decided to say what they had. It seemed like this young woman was strong enough to beat them up very easily. Part of me, truly wished I could be the same as her, have the strength to hold a sword, and know how to sewing it as well. 

The question startles me and I stammer at first, trying to figure out why she would ask such a question. It was easy to glance down at myself and see why I wasn't supposed to be standing there right now. "Well, I only started training a few years ago." I said, Father's relentless attack against my conscious had eased, but when he came to watch it started all over again. Mother even added on, after he relayed all the stories to her. "I get beaten up faster then you could say fight." 

I stare at her before saying, "why do they pick on you? It looks as though you could beat them in an instant."

The last time I'd actually spent more then a few hours in the training centre had been back when I had met Sol, in those few hours, even though I had been beaten to a pulp, they had been worth it. Fighting with him had been a viscous battle of adrenaline that had left me fired up. Since that fight I'd become stronger using the Bow, preferring that weapon to all others. It was nice, being able to hold a deadly weapon that didn't look how it felt in your hands. There was no blade to cut and slice and hack with, it took skill to wield. It was a weapon that had grace, and I loved the dance you learned when you used it.

I took each of the girl's words easily, and yet I still couldn't quite understand, why stand for something like that? Wasn't it easy enough to just prove how good you were? Wouldn't that stop it, when they all knew you were better then they were? "So it's something else then. It's not your skill with a weapon." I eyes her, my gaze narrowing. "I'm sorry you have been treated that way."

The girl asked me to look at her, and so I did. I wasn't entirely sure what I was looking for, all I saw was strong, lean arms, perfect for manipulating every weapon in that room. You could tell by the way that she moved that even then she was taller and broader then your average girl there was grace in each of her movements. I think she'd be a very good dancer. Sure, she was broader then your average girl, but then I doubted your average girl could wield half the weapons this girl could, with as much elegance as she could.

Her hair was blonde, cut short, rather messy, but it gave her an untamed, wild look. My hair was dead straight, there was no volume to it, no life. Her eyes sparkled with strength and determination, and a smattering of freckles decorated her cheeks. She was a very pretty girl. "I don't understand." I respond, raising an eyebrow. "You look like a normal person to me, except you're stronger and more capable of wielding a weapon then most girls."

Bianca seemed over-joyed by my words and I couldn't help, but meet her smile with one of my own. "I'm Cilla." I look at her hand, stifling a small giggle as I grab it, hers seems to swallow mine entirely, but I don't mind. Where my hands struggle to fit properly around the hilt of a sword hers seemed to have bee designed for that purpose.

"Do you think, Bianca, you could teach me?" I ask, I look down at the Bow in my hands, before raising it up to show her, "this is the only weapon I honestly know how to use. Every time I try a sword or spear..." Trailing off I look down at the Bow. The wood has been worn smooth with how often I use it. Using this weapon has become more then practice, but an exercise of restraint and ease, the only other weapon I've ever had practice at has been the short-swords, but that's only because they're so small, and a lot easier and lighter to use then a your traditional sword.

Looking down at the spear I couldn't see what was so easy about handling it, but in her hands it look like a toy. It was a long weapon, it has range, for someone of my height and structure it would be useful in a fight where I couldn't quite hit the target. However, it seemed that if I was up against someone with both a height and weight advantage, I'd be the one at a disadvantage. Weapons were tricky, your skill level was often what allowed you to win a fight, sometimes brutal strength was the answer. However, I had neither of those, no strength and no skill.

Yet, knowing these very facts Bianca had still agreed to teach me, her voice loud and ver enthusiastic.

Tentatively I reach forwards, hands moving to cover the rough wood of the training spear. It was a weapon I would use, there was elegance to moving it, I had seen some incredible fights between spear fighters and the beauty in their dances was stunning. Mimicking each of Bianca's movements I settle beside her, then she throws shifts her grip onto her phantom spear before hurling her body forwards. Moving my grip to do the exact same I try and follow suit, throwing the spear in my hands forward. It's messy, and the spear goes a few meters before falling to the ground with a loud clang.

"I'm a disaster." I giggle.