"Isn't it obvious, My Lady?" Aolani questioned, her eyebrows arched high. "In order to train you to fight, I need to see what I'm working with." She spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world; and with her military upbringing, it likely was. "A dragon's best weapon is their dragon form, My Lady. Just as a demon royal's true form is of great use to them in battle. And you have both." She pointed a finger lazily at Naiome. "However, lacking any royal demon blood, I can't exactly help you in that department. Now a dragon form... that is something I can help with." There was a glint in her eyes as she gave a crooked smile.
"Unless you'd rather I start you off with drills?" she asked coyly, raising her brows again. "I'll gladly drill you in laps around the island until you feel like your legs are about to fall off. Or would you prefer squatting until your butt's about to fall off?" The priestess cracked her knuckles and rolled her shoulders. "Or are you more of a pushups kind of girl?" She began circling Naiome as if the demoness were up for inspection. Which in a way, she was. Aolani had no intention of going easy on the oracle.
"You want me to train you. I plan on training you, My Lady. And it won't be easy. You are a royal, and an oracle. There will be those out to use you, or even hurt you, and your father--or others--won't always be around to protect you. You are your best advocate, My Lady." She stopped in front of Naiome and stood tall, towering over her like the amazonian battle angel she was.
"The horse is in your stable, so to speak," she said plainly. "What will you do?"
"Unless you'd rather I start you off with drills?" she asked coyly, raising her brows again. "I'll gladly drill you in laps around the island until you feel like your legs are about to fall off. Or would you prefer squatting until your butt's about to fall off?" The priestess cracked her knuckles and rolled her shoulders. "Or are you more of a pushups kind of girl?" She began circling Naiome as if the demoness were up for inspection. Which in a way, she was. Aolani had no intention of going easy on the oracle.
"You want me to train you. I plan on training you, My Lady. And it won't be easy. You are a royal, and an oracle. There will be those out to use you, or even hurt you, and your father--or others--won't always be around to protect you. You are your best advocate, My Lady." She stopped in front of Naiome and stood tall, towering over her like the amazonian battle angel she was.
"The horse is in your stable, so to speak," she said plainly. "What will you do?"
