[center][h2][color=9e0b0f]Emil Burton[/color][/h2][/center][center]Training Grounds[/center][center]Interacting: [@wolverbells][/center]
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Emil watched Jade as he rose to his feet, the look of triumph on her face quickly fading away to doubt, [i][color=9e0b0f]'Did I make it too obvious...?'[/color][/i] he thought to himself as he listened to the girl questioning the amount of effort he had truly put worth in the earlier bout. Emil let out a small laugh and raised his arms up in a shrug, [color=9e0b0f]"Why wouldn't I try when you're obviously out to get me? That'd just be a stupid choice for me."[/color] he said as he watched the girl take up her position in front of him.

He let out an audible sigh as Jade motioned for him to be the first to attack. Violence was never truly something that Emil was good at, he never had the nerve for it, the stomach for the blood that came with it. But this was training, it wasn't high stakes like out in the real world, and yet somehow Emil still had reservations for going on the assault. For throwing punches meant to connect, meant to bruise and break bones, the intense emotions that accompanied violence. It just wasn't what Emil was suited for.

He moved forward a step, and then another. He paused, his hesitation obvious as he seemed to survey the small amount of dirt in between Jade and himself. He breathed in, the sound of the air filling his lungs soothing him as he did, before letting the air out in a long winded gust. He took another step. His hands were still raised, shaking ever so slightly now, the thought of using violence against another; and a girl much younger than himself, causing him to lose his nerve just a little bit more every moment.

He clenched his fists in front of him, the tremors slowing to a practically unnoticeable level now. He took another step, the distance between the two now just a few feet. He stopped again, took a deep breath, attempted to push the sickening feeling in his stomach away, to somewhere he couldn't feel it. 

He sent a punch aimed for the girls left flank at full speed practically guaranteed to hit, but as he did the feeling of nausea in his stomach grew immensely, so large that his vision clouded over, and it was all that Emil could focus on. His punch sailed past the girls side harmlessly as he no longer gave it any thought. His legs became weak and he stumbled to Jade's left, managing a few steps before falling to his knees. The gravity of violence toward another human weighing down his body as if he were being buried alive, his breath became harder and harder to pull in, and his body was threatening to give at any moment. Planting his hands in the dirt was all the boy could do to not fall completely to the ground.

He wretched for a moment, producing nothing before he vomited up the remnants of his breakfast. His earlier meal displayed for the world to see, Emil gasped for air as the tightness in his chest began to give way.