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Sky and Wars - who will totally not get hurt. As requested :D

(Hopefully, I got all the edits filtered through.)

"It's just us now chosen."

Warrior's smiled. Circling his sword in his hand. They'd been in his Hyrule for a while now and had decided that they would spar in groups, as a training exercise for the new army recruits.

The rest of the group had gone already, with various techniques being used to show the troops just how many different styles of fighting existed across the eras.

Sky nodded, Twisting the blade that Twilight had lent him in his hand.

"you guys better make it quick, there's a storm rolling in." Someone behind them said, turning Warriors eyes met with Impa's. He turned back, spotting the dark clouds on the horizon.

"We won't be long, will we Sky?"

Sky shook his head.

Odd.

"Ready position."

Sky settled wordlessly, his eyes looking to warriors.

Then they looked to the side rapidly as the sound of thunder echoed through the air. It was far, but was approaching. He seemed to tense at the sound.

"So, When facing an opponent one-on-one you need to be mindful of how they attack. I know how Sky fights. But say I didn't." He too settled into a ready stance. Sword facing forward towards the chosen hero. "How would I proceed?"

"With great care." A voice from the crowd shouted.

"Correct. Sky, can you go through the movements for Naydra's waters please." He looked to the chosen as he spoke, his eyes seemed focused for now. But flicked to the side again as the storm approached.

Right. Sky was afraid of storms.

The chosen nodded, Flicking his wrist outward before beginning to slowly approach.

He'd get him in a blade lock then. Then could give him an out to get him inside.

Sky lunged at him, Sword directed at his arm. Warriors blocked the attack with ease as the slow movements of a slower version of the form began to work through the chosen movements. He flowed like the tide as he worked around him. Warriors blocking and jumping around the blade.

But something was off.

Sky, Sky's fighting was different somehow. Movements became firmer as the spar continued. Every time he caught the chosen eyes he could see the flicker. He could see the flinch every time a clap of thunder echoed through the sky.

Keep the others distracted. Get closer.

"Take your time with a single opponent, Learn how they move. Learn how they fight. Learn the quirks that may make them dangerous." His captain's voice, as they all called it, was firm and strict as he took Sky into a blade lock. Pulling Sky towards him.

"Are you alright?" Concern filtered through as he whispered the question so only the chosen could hear.

Sky didn't answer. But his breathing was faster than it should be. His eyes are wider than they should be. Pupils are more dilated than they should be.

Panic attack.

Was he going into a Panic attack?

He needed to get the chosen out of here.

"Each opponent will have different weaknesses. Each opponent will have..."

A strike of lightning cut him off.

The chosen's body became rigid, as fear filled his eyes. Eyes flickered from side to side as he shook his head.

Fear makes every man dangerous.

Sky's own words echoed through his head.

But the fear of a Godslayer was a recipe for disaster.

Not good.

Sky lunged again, fear burning through his eyes.

"Sky?"

This time, It wasn't the waters that flowed, the fire raged as strikes hit hard and fast. Warriors skilfully blocking each attack as they hit home. Every time the chosen was close enough he made an attempt to reach him.

He couldn't yell for him. Battle fear was dangerous. It could scare the new recruits. Lower morale.

But Sky... Sky needed help.

"Sky, It's alright, The storm isn't close enough to hurt us." He said as he pushed against the flames that threatened to burn away at him.

He felt his eyes drift to Impa as she begain to usher the others away. He didn't need a distraction. He needed time to break fears hold on the chosen.

He blocked and blocked and blocked. Not allowing the chosen to get a hit off on him. He didn't want to find out what would happen if the chosen tried to hit him while he was down.

He found himself moving backwards. Sky's eyes were glassy as he wordlessly attacked. Every clap of thunder made him flinch.

that was it

An opening would occur with the storm's call.

As their spar continued, the thunderclaps became louder. Until...

Crash!

Sky froze for a moment, allowing him to back off and then press the attack himself. Sky broke his frozen state as he tried to attack back. Completely wordless.

He twisted and turned before finally a strike hit home.

Sky flew to the ground, blood dripping from his cheek. As his eyes came back into focus. His hand raised to his cheek as he pulled it away, seemingly shocked at the blood on it. "Wars? Wars what... What happened?" He looked around confused.

"Oh thank Hylia." Warriors threw his sword down and knelt beside Sky. Wrapping him in a hug, blood on his tunic be damned.

"I dont... Im so confused." Sky pulled back, looking up at the captain, with a pained expression mixed with confusion.

"Thats alright. I'll explain later, let's get you inside." He responded, offering down his hand.

Sky nodded, taking the hand offered to him, standing, he followed the captain inside. One hand pressed firmly against his cheek. Swords abandoned to the storm.

Hope you enjoyed it! And happy birthday again beloved! /pl

MAJOR!!!! you big brained lovely soul, this was sooo gooood😭😭❤️❤️❤️ I READ THIS LIKE, 3 times before reblogging hehehe

I ADORE sparring scenarios!! And something about the Warriors and Sky dynamic makes me so haooy☺️☺️ I love how concerned Wars is. He's trying to get sky out of his blind panic while maintaining moral and sparing sky's dignity, tho getting hit in the face may have done the opposite lol🤣 it was necessary, wars didn't wanna be on the other end of sky's blade while he's panicking!!

Ugh, they're brothers your honor😮‍💨😌😌

shaashin    asked :       ↳  protective prompts.    /    not accepting. ❛ why are you helping me ? ❜ ( for the teacher verse, if you feel like it ! ♡ ) 

               ❝    𝘐𝘚𝘕'𝘛 𝘐𝘛 𝘘𝘜𝘐𝘛𝘌 𝘖𝘉𝘝𝘐𝘖𝘜𝘚?    ❞        for someone who was a teacher, amane had such a bad habit of sitting on top of the table that was in front of the classroom. his youthful face made him look younger for his age, and despite his childish demeanor, he was quite grounded when it came to his students and their education. his body's small, but his mind encompasses the embodiment of the  MILKY  WAY   — full of wonders and insights that cannot be distinguished by the naked eye. amane pulled out his glasses from the bridge of his nose and placed them around the nest of his hair, giving the student one of his teenage  teeth-eating  smiles when he answers him,   ❝       i  care  about my students ,   and unfortunately for you,    you are one of them. ❞

              amane   didn't   want to tell him the whole truth, how mitsuba is capable enough to hit him in his most sensitive areas. they were both similar, despite the differences that they have, and mitsuba is the very core of how amane looked at himself when he was around his age   —  the struggles of fitting in, the  loneliness  that comes with it, the desire of wanting to have a friend that can understand him, and accept him for who he is. these were all the cravings amane never got around to experience as a kid, but he remembers how grateful he was for those small instances when tsuchigomori sensei stuck around to guide him in the right direction. it wasn't the company he was bouching for, but he   always   welcomed good company over the bad ones. amane is very self-aware that he might not be the kind of company mitsuba is looking for either, but he wouldn't mind giving it to him if mitsuba ever needed someone to talk to,   ❝       —   THAT’S  VERY  SELFISH  OF  ME ,   isn't it ?   ❞

Trapped

Today they trusted me enough to leave me untied, but not enough to leave me alone. Guy stayed behind while the others went to classes. I asked her what classes everyone was taking. She didn’t tell me. Instead, she questioned me thoroughly. She definitely enjoyed the drama, pacing, dramatic hand motions, and leaning in real close no matter what question she asked me. She started with the obvious, why did her sister like me so much. “I don’t really know, I did try to protect her from Them for a while.” I tried to keep all my answers short and neutral not revealing too much, and not angering my captor. She mostly asked questions about her sister, why They were after her, what was so special about her, and on and on. Then she asked questions about me, didn’t give me the benefit of the doubt but, that’s fair. I was pretty suspicious at that point. After that she sat down on the bed opposite me and said “Your turn.” I asked her about this place “You know it’s a school, everyone’s away from home.” about her job “You know going to school here’s a little, expensive. Some people give me some money to do some things, that’s all there is.” about her sister “Since she was a little girl she loved stories, I guess I liked them too, there really wasn’t much order to things except in the stories. … She trusts you. I don’t know why. I don’t know why I trust you either.” … “She must love you.” “Why would you say that?” “The only people I’ve ever seen yell, at least like that, are passionate about the person they’re yelling at.” … Guy narrowed her eyes at me. “I guess… I can tolerate you. But one wrong move and I’m taking that bounty along with your head.”