Renose & Flamelord Collab (Part 1)

"No no, its not bad at all. While repeatedly hitting a punching bag is an effective method of training, I am saying there are better ways to train what you are trying to train then the way you are going about it". After Thomas agreed to hearing Serin out the red mage nodded, taking a few steps back from Thomas to put a good couple of meters between the two of them. He then drew his sword, looking over the blade for a moment before pointing it at Thomas. 

"For your first instruction throw one of your spells at me, as powerful as you can make it. Hold nothing back, and don't worry about me dodging. I won't move from this spot". He then held his sword in both hands, holding the weapon so the blade was perpendicular to his body at chest level. "Whenever you are ready". 

Thomas shrugged, figuring that he could hardly be blamed for using a less efficient training method when he didn't know a more effective one that would get better results. His other self wasn't very helpful in that regard, though he was still working out whether he wanted to help him or not. He watched carefully as Serin took up a position a bit away from him, sword level and ready. Thomas readied his own Keyblade as well, mind focusing in anticipation.

"Alright," he replied, then turned to his magic, throwing his power into a Fira spell, going through the rhythms in his mind as he had been taught, He hadn't been too worried about Serin dodging either, since most of his enemies never really tried to dodge the magic he used anyway. Face serious, he threw out his spell, a fireball flying through the air from the tip of his Keyblade towards Serin. Let's see what happened.

Serin gave a small smirk as he closed his eyes, feeling the spell coming towards him. Just like he promised, he did not dodge. Instead of the spell hitting him though it seemed to collide with some form of barrier around him befoore the spell literally was sucked into his sword. The flames of the spell traveled through the blade for just a moment before vanishing, the very magical energy that Thomas put into the spell flowing from the Red Wizard's sword and into his body, replenishing his reserves. 

After the demonstration Serin let out an exhale as he got back into a normal standing position, sheathing his sword. "What you just witnessed is one of the two skills indespensible to spellswords or red mages like us. The skill Runic. Capable of not only negating enemy magic, but capturing it and using it to replenish your own reserves of Mana. Judging from the combat techniques you were showing in your training here, I figured you possess a knowledge of swordsmanship as well as a large knowledge of magic. Both of these are key for using this skill Runic, and will be the key for the trick I am going to show you next". 

Serin suddenly snapped his fingers, an iron sword appearing in his hand, which he proceeded to toss to Thomas, the blade safetly in a sheath. "For this training its best to use a weapon you aren't used to. Swing that around a few times, and when you are ready we shall proceed". 

Thomas watched on intently, eyes widening at what he saw as Serin blocked his spell, literally absorbing it into his sword and negating the attack. That even elicited a reaction from his other self, who was impressed at the Red Mage's ability. He was intrigued, and the possibility of learning this skill was exciting, to go along with a tidbit more of magic he had learned from one of the texts he had grabbed from the Horned King's castle. He wasn't going to be using them after all.

"I see," Thomas replied. "Well, I'm not naturally a swordsman, but I got basic techniques after getting my Keyblade, and you pick things up during a trip where you're fighting practically every day." He hadn't considered himself as a Red Mage, rather being well rounded. He knew of the different classifications of mages, those who specialized in one form of magic or another, but he hadn't made any sort of decision on that. his attention was directed as the sheathed sword came flying at him, andf he shifted slightly to grab it with a wave, Keyblade in his other hand.

"Alright." He sent his Keyblade away in accordance with Serin's instructions, and drew the sword, getting a feel for the balance and weight of it. It was strange to hold an actual blade rather than his, this heavier and more serious than his own blade, or at least so it seemed for him. The balance wasn't too bad, though it wasn't perfect either. But it would do. After giving it a few test swings, he looked back over to Serin. "Let's go then."