[closed] don't call him dr. L

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Who: Nehan and his students.
What: It's about time to start being a teacher, which means meeting up with them one by one and conducting their first lessons-- sparring for some, medic training for others. May not be completely nice and productive, due to blood type shenanigans. Thanks, December.
When: Early to mid-December.
Where: Nehan's house for medical studies, and some fields away from people for combat training.

Content Warnings: Physical violence, little bit of beasthood, potential potty mouths, potential squicky conversations, Nehan's personal issues with his disabilities. More TBA when they come up.

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I am so late to this sorry life went nuts

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[Kaeya lifts an eyebrow at that request but shrugs and does as he's bid, setting his sword and his cloak aside and out of the way.]

All right. Back to basics then, is it?

[He's left in his pants and shirt as well, having foregone the corset-like vest he often wears.

Kaeya has never noticed the tail before, and maybe his eyes linger juuust a moment too long. Sorry, it's kind of cute.]

All right. Is this an endurance test then?

[He has pretty good endurance, as these things go. But he's also never seen Nehan in action, so he's going in blind to his opponent, which is never ideal. But it's a friendly spar, so it should be fine.]

nbd!

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No. [nehan starts to crick his neck and flex his shoulders, especially his left. his left arm needs to wake up, even if he wont be able to feel it as much. he just needs it to move in a satisfactory manner.] Just a test of your skills without your weapon, using magic you're not familiar with. I say when it stops.

But rest assured that I wont seriously injure you, just send you home with bruises.

[then he takes a stance, left foot forward, left hand up underneath his chin, right leg back and right arm hanging limp, pointing straight down. his tail rises high, and his ears turn forward to give kaeya all of his attention. he's been taking this stance more often recently, and moving to and from it has become easier.]

[unmelting]

Fair enough.

[Kaeya agrees. Nehan is in charge of this session, and Kaeya will do his best to not be a disappointing pupil.]

I'm no stranger to bruises.

[He rolls his shoulders to limber up, dropping into a defensive stance himself.]

So hand to hand and what fire I can manage? Are those the boundaries?

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Yes. Anything else goes, because there's no such thing as honor in a real fight. [and he knows knights do so love their honor.

then, he goes on to add:] You can even try to hit me in the groin-- but only if you're capable of it.

[if he can catch nehan and hold him long enough to do it. but at this, with their height difference, nehan is more likely to do it to kaeya.

then he strikes out without warning, the back of his left hand aiming to connect with kaeya's face, just to see what he will do. and he doesn't bother to control the speed of his body.]

[unmelting]

[Kaeya just smirks faintly. All right. All's fair in a fight. Kaeya can get behind that. He may be a knight, but he's always been more about ends than means.]

Oh now, that just seems unkind. But, duly noted.

[He's still chatting when he sees Nehan moving. It's unexpected, but Kaeya is quick, so he manages to turn just ahead of the blow, any contact thankfully glancing, his hand darting out to make a grab for Nehan's arm to try and catch it and continue the momentum of his movement to pull him off his balance.]

Straight into it then! No sense dawdling. I like that.

[torpour]

[nehan twists his arm so kaeya doesn't hold onto him, and draws it back to himself, back in its original position. then he shifts his left leg, testing its strength and stability. if it wobbles or shakes.

so far, so good. he can use this later.]

Go on then, put your hands up and fight, or I'll make you match Diluc Ragnvindr and put a bruise on your face that you cant cover up.

[unmelting]

How cruel. How would I get by without my face looking this pretty?

[But he does exactly as Nehan's said anyway. Time to get into it seriously. For now his first attack is purely physical, a feint to the right as if he plans on throwing a punch before it's his left leg that comes around instead.

And though he doesn't use it yet, he tries to reach inside himself for the feeling of the fire that lives in him now, still strange and unsettled in his blood.]

[torpour]

[nehan keeps his eye out for movement, paying attention to what kaeya is doing and acting accordingly-- he dodges a punch that never comes, and doesn't move in to punish the feint, ducking down to dodge the leg instead. then he closes the gap between them for the counter, using his small stature and the human's pose to his advantage. using a kick was a mistake when the opponent is smaller, he thinks, and nehan will teach him that.

he balls his right hand into a fist, sunshine-yellow magic curling around his knuckles and thrumming under his skin to empower whatever blows he makes, and aims right for kaeya's belly.]

[unmelting]

[So hard to reach all the way down there with his arms, Nehan!

But lesson learned with a body blow this time. Kaeya's breath is knocked straight out of him. In pure reflex, he lets go of the hold on the magic he'd called up to hold, and a gout of flame surges towards, Nehan. No control, it's not an elegant attack in any event, but it will hopefully give Kaeya a moment to regain his footing.

And his breathing.]

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[unable to dodge most of those flames in time, nehan instead raises his left arm to shield himself, hissing softly when he feels it scorching his skin. of all the things to be able to feel with this arm, it had to be pain, eh?

he lowers his arm, and passes his right hand over the burns, beginning to heal them away with more of his yellow magic, his skin slowly knitting back together. of course, this means they have a breather this early on, but it would be unfair to both of them to keep going immediately.]

And that's why you need control over your magic. If it hadn't been me you were sparring with, you would have burnt their face instead.

[unmelting]

Not that burning your arm is much better. Are you all right?

[Not his intention there, and he's in full agreement. This is why he needs to learn better. Fire is a danger in its very existence. He can do a lot of damage with his ice, but by itself it isn't inherently immediately a danger.

He straightens up, setting a hand against his abdomen. Ow thought.]

You're right. I need to control it. It's not a weapon right now. It's a hazard.

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[nehan raises his arm so kaeya can watch as his skin knits itself back together and smooth out the burns.]

I'm a healer, Kaeya Alberich. I'm healing myself as we speak, and that's why I have no fear of your abilities.

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[He waves a hand at him.]

Healing is all well and good. I assume you can still feel pain in the meantime.

[Fear maybe not but still. Kaeya has no qualms about causing pain when it's due or when it furthers some worthy goal, but Nehan is helping him.]

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I don't. [again, a simple response. then again, not many know that nehan cant feel anything in his left side, but he assumes that if kaeya is smart, he'll figure it out, just like diluc.] Perhaps sometimes, on a good day, but otherwise, no.

[then he strikes out again, this time with his right hand-- and its movement is much faster than anything his left can achieve at any time.]

[unmelting]

[Well that's an interesting answer. Kaeya will certainly file that away.]

I see.

[Kaeya is on guard for the next attack -- after Nehan's first unexpected strike. He's usually at least good enough to learn a lesson in one, despite his deliberately laidback seeming nature.

So he's quick to turn to block, bringing a forearm up to fend off that hand, his other hand moving to deliver a blow of his own, back in motion now, the impromptu break over.]

[torpour]

[nehan spots both the block and the counter coming, and takes a step back to dodge, a familiar dance he's done time and time again-- more often now, here in trench. when kaeya's fist barely passes him by, the erune surges forward again, pushing himself bodily forward to beat kaeya around the face.

with a good deal of magical force behind his blow. he definitely wants to do that, so he and diluc can match, and maybe those two idiot humans can try to workshop ways of beating their ornery teacher.]