slayers_desire | Sparring with the Man of Steel

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Sparring with the Man of Steel

There are not many opportunities when April had the opportunity to train with another person, especially with her abilities. So when the chance presented itself to train with Clark, April was glad for it. With his own special abilities, April would have no fear of hurting Clark.

She took him to an open area, where she had come to train before. No people were around. And it was a pretty safe place to get in some training, without worrying about spectators.

"So this is the place!"

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Clark is startled to notice that he actually feels the not-quite-bite, in a way that makes the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up and scream DANGER! He reacts on blind instinct, throwing out the arm she's latched onto and following it up immediately with a full-force kick aimed at her stomach, with every intention of getting her away.

Instinct seems to work with Clark. April is kicked back by the full-force and takes a moment to readjust.

Then she grabs his foot, and lifts with her strength. Trying to flip him over, by unbalancing him.

Clark's not exactly what you'd call acrobatic. He doesn't know how to do fancy leaps and twirls and whatever else they do in the movies to break this kind of hold; he's more used to being the implacable man-tank that doesn't get unbalanced. So, naturally, he falls on his ass.

He does, however, possess another leg with which to kick, and this time it's directed at her closest kneecap.

April is an acrobatic, in case Clark had not figured that out. It should be a good challenge for him. She applies her energy against his force, placing her hands down at his kicking leg, and flips up into the air.

And comes down with the intent to do a striking blow at his abdomen. She said she would use his pressure points.

Clark rolls out of the way as quickly as he can manage, zipping to his feet away from her immediate landing spot. He doesn't have a good line of sight on her back, but he figures a heat burst might be distracting regardless of where it falls. His irises flare gold as his pupils dilate, and a blast of heat lances out at her, a bit hotter than he intended.

The heat hits her in the back, and fortunately because of the Beast there is no reaction from April. Her shirt though... has a nice burn hole in it.

And since it was not a direct hit on her pressure point, April is able to stand from her position and turn. She rushes Clark hard, hoping to tackle him.

He's somewhat dismayed to have no response, but he doesn't have a lot of time to think about it as there are more pressing issues. With his eyes still in heat vision mode, he locks onto the abdominal pressure point she showed him earlier and fires.

Of course, since his last attack got no reaction, he makes a rapid side-step in case he misses, still locked onto that one spot.

This time there is reaction. It is a combination of the heat and the pressure point that stops April. And she falls to her knees.

She looks quite dazed.

Clark falters, unsure if she's faking or whether he's seriously hurt her despite her assurances. He keeps his distance, but lets his eyes revert to their normal state. "...are you okay?"

"Very effective Clark. That would have disabled an enemy quickly." April is going to take a moment.

"And probably caused some bad burns," he adds, noting the smoking fabric with concern. He knows she hasn't been burned by it, but a normal human would've been. "It doesn't feel as forceful unless it's hot."

"It left some marks on me, that will heal. I wonder if we should work on you adjusting the heat first. Because it was a powerful attack."

He tries not to look too guilty, and it doesn't really work. "That might be a good idea. I've been using this ability for a while, but it's never really been on living targets and my default setting is 'set it on fire.'"

"Since I know you would rather not test heat-strength on a person, the best suggestion I got is we get some heat-resistent glass. Water. And then time boiling points."

"But that can always wait. If you wanted to work on anything else." The fighter in her is still a little on edge.

He does notice that she's looking a little fidgety, but he isn't sure what else he can do with his other abilities that he doesn't do already. "I'm not sure. I do have one other power that will come in handy once I can actually do it voluntarily, but I'm not having much luck getting any control over it at all. Apparently one of these days I'm going to be able to fly."

"Flying? Wow that is pretty amazing. When you do get more control over it, that will be useful in many ways."

"So... Did me biting you freak you too much?" She is curious. Now that her beast is coming down from the fight.

"Yeah." He chuckles a little nervously. "Uh, the other week, when I was Kal-El, I flew for the first time under my own power. Took off from Smallville and went supersonic to Egypt and back in just a few minutes. So I know I can do it. I just don't know how anymore."

His hand involuntarily rises to touch the spot where she nipped at him. "I don't know. It was like... you actually could bite me. Maybe." He's not that eager to test it by letting her have a go at his neck or anything, but it has him weirded out and slightly fearful. "Maybe vampires are a Kryptonian's natural predator or something."

"Maybe it was instinct. You seem to tap into your energy more when you listen to that instinct."

"All I know is despite your bulletproof skin Clark, you still react to sensory touches. I noted it before when I had touched you. And the bite proved it."

She laughs at his other comment. "Not many Kryptonians in my world. Though I would wager your blood would be top notch." A slight wink at that. "And besides... it would be an enjoyable way to go."

"Could be. Jor-El had me operating mostly on nothing but instinct, without any of that 'annoying' stuff like emotions and memories and free will to get in the way. If I hadn't been raised by humans, I probably would've ended up like that all of the time." It's not a happy thought by any means, but he is a little envious of his alien side's control over his abilities.

Clark has been wondering for a while why everyone seems fixated on his blood. At least she has a good excuse for it. "My blood seems to be in high demand these days. The local crime lords have been passing around a vial of it for like a year."

"Instinct is difficult. You have to listen to it, without losing touch with your more human side."

"That is no good. I wouldn't want anyone wanting my blood." April needs it to survive. But for the most part doesn't drink human blood (unless asked).

She reaches up to touch his neck, where she had bit him. And then sort of dazed for a moment as her mind filled with the visions she had mentioned beforehand.

((ooc: any requests for random prediction from her voices?))

"I'm scared to try," he admits. "I don't want to give that part of me another foothold. I barely beat him back last time and I don't know if I could do it again."

He notices her lack of focus and briefly chalks it up to the whole Clark-you're-a-hottie thing, until he looks closer. He grabs her hand, unsure of what to do. "What is it?"

((Little comes to mind except Clark's Blur costume (http://smallville.wikia.com/wiki/File:Superblur.jpg) - maybe random stuff like his dad's upcoming death, Zod coming to Earth, the Phantom Zone, that sort of thing.))

"I always live in fear of my Beastial side. It took me time to balance it." It is her first response when she comes back to reality. Then she notices him holding her hand, and the Clark-you-are-a-hottie thing comes into affect with a small blush.

"I can not tell you where your blood is. But I saw you finding purpose in a... superhero costume. Dark. A S in a triangle. And... then... despair."

She looks up at him. "I do not want to see you losing yourself again." April does care for Clark deeply. And is truly frightened that he might lose his way.

Clark has been told about the Superman comics, and even met an older version of himself, but he's been extremely resistant to the idea of becoming a superhero. Assuming that since his reality is so different, perhaps it won't happen. This... this is the first thing resembling proof that he's received, and it has him a bit freaked out.

"The symbol... that's the sign of my family, the House of El. Why... I don't..." In the future, does he give in to Jor-El? Is that why the despair is part of the image? And the costume being dark... he wore black when he was Kal-El. Everything about it seems contradictory. And terrifying. What does it mean?

"I don't want that either."

Moving in to hold him, April silently wishes that she could somehow protect him from things that might happen in his dimension. She has met other 'comic-based' people who had their lvies changed by coming to the Nexus, so there is hope.

"If... when things become difficult. Just remember your strength Clark. I know you will be able to do great things."

He returns the hug, not even thinking about the part where there's a beautiful girl in his arms. If ever he needed a hug, now is definitely it.

"I... I will. I just hope it'll be enough."

Sparring with the Man of Steel

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