"BLOCK, BLOCK, BLOCK!" Edward shouted as he threw out his fist in rapid succession. They came flying out one after another towards Peter. All of the strikes coming from Edward were aimed towards one place. Peter’s head. The first two were parried away, and Edward was impressed by the speed he had seen so far.
Knowing full well that Peter was a creation from Quinn, it was an expected result. It only confirmed in his mind that Quinn’s speed was great for only recently becoming a vampire noble. However, after blocking the first two attacks, the third one managed to slip through and hit Peter right on the top of his forehead. It flung his head back and with it, his whole body before he landed on the floor.
"I’m no slower than him, so why can he keep hitting me like that?" Peter said. "He’s not even using his mist skills?"
But it wasn’t his speed or power. It was precision, experience and the use of feints. Seeing how old Edward looked, there was no telling how long he had been fighting for, and it might have even been longer then Peter could guess, since vampires at a certain level could choose there appearance.
"Peter, I can tell you are different from the others just based on our short fighting sessions," Edward said. "Unlike Quinn or your other friends, you grew up most of your life trying to run away rather than fighting. Yes, I can tell you are different now, but you can’t just all of a sudden naturally gain a fighting sense or make up for it with experience.
"The problem is we don’t have time to train you properly. Years are needed to establish a good fighting core, not days. So instead, we are trying to create the best optimal solution for you based on your ability. Remember what I said before, the most important thing is to protect your head. No matter what it takes, if you get hit in a different position, it’s fine. Forget about your natural instincts. Think of your whole body as a meat shield to be used."
It was a strange concept for Peter to get his head around. Of course, he would naturally try to protect his vital points other than his head. If a blow was coming toward this stomach, he would scrunch up and try to block the hit. The only plus side was he felt no pain when these attack hit.
But there were more reasons than this as to why it was difficult for him. Even though he knew he had an impressive regenerative ability, recently he had tried to get out of the habit of using his body as a meat shield. In his head, the more he got hurt it just meant he would have to consume human meat quicker. So he tried his best to get better at fighting, in order for it to never have to come to this outcome.
But, As Edward was saying, he was trying to not teach him how to fight but the best chance for survival.
"Okay, come on. Let’s try again." Peter said as he lifted himself off the ground.
The two continued to train with Peter trying to train out his natural instincts and urges. If he could see a blow coming towards his head and he couldn’t stop it in time, then it didn’t matter if he was to get hit in another place. Jump, twist, turn anything.
If the blows were to hit and he was to get broken bones here and there, it didn’t matter and bit by bit, it looked as if Peter was getting the hang of it.
Meanwhile, Quinn had just received the various messages and was trying to make sense of what they all had meant. The level up was handy, and that was relatively straight forward, but there were a couple of things he didn’t understand.
The first being reputation points.
[Reputation points: 100]
[Reputation points: Go out and spread your name far and wide. As a future leader of the tenth castle, it is important that they are popular with their people. Complete tasks, help out the people, gain their trust and loyalty. The higher one’s reputation is within the tenth city, the more likely one is to comply with tasks, help out when in need and listen to you when asking a favour. Be careful, for one’s reputation can also decrease, to the point where they might be after your blood.]
It seemed as if reputation points were a value that was associated with how Quinn was preserved within the tenth’s castle area. Judging by what the text had said, it was something only related to vampire leaders, and it looked like it would only be considered a factor when dealing with those within the tenth family themselves.
"If you ever did choose to become the leader of this place I think this will become quite important." The system said. "Think about it, one would be able to order their people to search for beast crystals, gather credits, happy to pay taxes to their leader as long as they thought he was a great person."
But Quinn had no desire to become the leader of the tenth family nor stay here, so he thought it was pretty useless for him.
As for the next system notification, it was something known as a title, but as Quinn reread the title, something about it seemed to rub him the wrong way. "Edward’s little helper.�� If he could decline to have a title, this would be one of them.
It wasn’t menacing, it wasn’t fitting and it kind of made him feel a little useless.
[A title can be switched at any point and time. Titles will often give users additional stats or have an effect on a user depending on what title that would be.]
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