I'm a force that you will dread, set me on fire, I'm still alive
It is true that he did his best to keep up with the whos and the whats of demigods, specifically so he'd maximize his potential for success. It's one thing to study though, and another to apply the knowledge in the heat of the moment, especially for someone like him that does best with the physical learning, building security with the repetition of doing rather than repeating mantras in his head with little rhymes to help him remember. Then of course there's always change. Demigods coming and going, abilities being added to their arsenal, sometimes quietly. Then one has to consider personalities or situations too, for instance, he'd never be asking for Vesper's help in his eandeavors, and would not have risked Flora's family in that skinny dipping situation. He could have done better, surely, but he'd though something other than worried chaos could have risen from the summons. Now he knows.
He sighs dramatically at her insinuation. "No, that's not what I meant," but she isn't entirely wrong either. The spirits don't come back to call him an idiot, although he could maybe assume some of the less favorable responses in Wildering house are thanks to old summons. He doesn't summon them to avoid the consequences though. "It's just, different," he stresses, but they continue to move around the issue physically. She comes in sharp and sudden, his guard slackening with the decline in their verbal spar. He doesn't have enough time to evade entirely, so he swings one of his blocking hands down, redirecting her blow more towards the side of his body. The lack of the direct hit is helpful, but the glancing strike is no picnic stroll either. He grunts with the effort and the absorption of the hit, pivoting further away from it on his planted foot and swinging his body sideways and away from the full reach.
"Ooof," is the sounds that meets their shaky agreement of no more ocean summons. Panting a bit with the effort of it all, he glances up at her with a squint while he breathes through the ripple of low grade hurt, Recovering his stance, he assess if they're continuing, or if she's as done as he feels. "So, are we good?"
4/4 Kai tries to redirect with his arm and it glances off his side
He sighs dramatically at her insinuation. "No, that's not what I meant," but she isn't entirely wrong either. The spirits don't come back to call him an idiot, although he could maybe assume some of the less favorable responses in Wildering house are thanks to old summons. He doesn't summon them to avoid the consequences though. "It's just, different," he stresses, but they continue to move around the issue physically. She comes in sharp and sudden, his guard slackening with the decline in their verbal spar. He doesn't have enough time to evade entirely, so he swings one of his blocking hands down, redirecting her blow more towards the side of his body. The lack of the direct hit is helpful, but the glancing strike is no picnic stroll either. He grunts with the effort and the absorption of the hit, pivoting further away from it on his planted foot and swinging his body sideways and away from the full reach.
"Ooof," is the sounds that meets their shaky agreement of no more ocean summons. Panting a bit with the effort of it all, he glances up at her with a squint while he breathes through the ripple of low grade hurt, Recovering his stance, he assess if they're continuing, or if she's as done as he feels. "So, are we good?"
4/4 Kai tries to redirect with his arm and it glances off his side
Kaisel
Bet you didn't think that I'd come back to life, stronger
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
