text: Kelso rubs at his clean chin. "Elaborate."
  
  You hold up the walky-talkie, "If they know where the Professor is, then that means they're either working for him, like you're assuming, or are just planning their vengeance; If we can get a message to them, get their attention--"
  
  "Then the C.E. Soldiers will get to us and them."
  
  "Not unless our signal is obscure, something only a Creation would know. Can I assume that we're the only one who refer to the Professor, as, well, a professor?"
  
  Your mentor smiles, "Yes... That's what the greater Creations called him. Myself, the Werewolf, Stein, and several others. We all were forced under the bastard to look over Lessers, like yourself. One of them are bound to be in this town, has the smallest C.E. division in the East. We just have to hope we'll be able to handle them in the case that they're still loyal. So you want us to send a wide broadcast, maybe even a flare labeled 'Professor', and hope we catch some of our brethren?"
  
  "That," you continue, "or we lure the church to us by contacting them with the Walkie, and just beat the information out of them. By the sounds of it, they'd be expecting a trap, so they wouldn't bring all their operatives to this location. Hopefully they have an idea where the other Creations are. It's not a perfect plan, but it's uh, better than yours. Don't think you can just nab one like you did with the last one, now that they're probably on guard."
  
  Kelso nods, considering both of your plans, "Much better. Regardless, Mr. Plans, we need to train."
  
  "Train, for what?" Crossing your arms as a child would, you question Kelso. "I feel like you're not telling me everything. Even if the plan is solid, but we need to be solid, with, umm, each-other."
  
  With a chuckle, Kelso replies, "What do you think we're doing? We're fighting against an elite military operation, as well as bio-genetically advanced Creations. We're not playing here, son, there's going to be blood. I'm pretty certain that you'll be able to be very powerful if we train accordingly. This may be surprising, but I think you should cherish your undeath while it lasts. Not to mention that I'd rather not jeopardize myself."
  
  "... So the Creations are going to be very hostile?"
  
  He shrugs in return, "Maybe, more likely than not anyhow. We're betting on whether they're still loyal or not to their Creator."
  
  "Why would they still be loyal to that... that bastard?"
  
  "Well, he did save our lives." You stand in silence with a confused frown. Kelso continues. "Mind you, he also treated us like lab rats and played with our genetic-material. That's why we're going to find him and his Creations, to put an end to it once and for all, so no one else is 'saved' by that man." You nod in understanding. Kelso and yourself... You're going to help the world together. Clean it.
  
  A hero...
  
  "The valley of dunes at night is the best place and time. We'll train today and tomorrow, and by then you should be ready. Now, more about that plan of yours..."
  > bestial Training With Kelso (Optional read)
  Hit hard and fast. Only then will you be able to puncture the stone.
  
  Ugh. I'm trying!
  
  Not hard enough! I know what you're capable of so this game won't work with me. Let's try again; watch me closely this time.
  
  From what you're able to tell, your mentor is just throwing his arm at the boulder with as much brute force as he could muster, causing a large splintering in it's the middle of it, with his hand now stuck inside the middle. He withdraws it, and you notice the horrible scrapes on his forearms soon heal.
  
  Notice how I hit it?
  
  Looks to me like you just attacked it with all your might and nothing else. But I don't think that's the way it's supposed to go...
  
  Whatever do you mean? Embrace the beast, boy. Our primal natures are what make us human. Savor that. It may seem unrefined, but you have power--  I know you do, power that can only be unleashed by your raw spirit. Now attack it again, unrestrained!
  
  I... Isn't this supposed to be where you tell me I'm supposed to find inner harmony before I can unlock all of my abilities?
  
  He squints at you, probably struggling to notice your humor. Kelso simply sighs, waiting for you to comply.
  
  Right... just ust need to find out how to stop restraining myself. It isn't a conscious thought process... I think?
  
  "Who or what do you hate more than anything?"
  
  "Uh..." Who, the Professor? Maybe?
  
  With blunt force to your head, you find yourself toppling over. "Get up!" Your mentor roars angrily. You groan, getting up slowly, allowing your body to heal itself, right before Kelso kicks at you again.
  
  "What the hell?"
  
  As if disregarding your cries for him to stop, he continues beating on you, up until the point you raggedly throw him off of yourself. Now that you're up, Kelso stares at you right in the eye, jumps in your direction, clawed hands out...
  
  And you move out of the way, just in time to land a solid, unrefined kick at him. He tumbles, though with an uncanny dexterity pops back up. You rush at him, with a hand held high ready to strike, and at the last moment he drops to the sand-covered ground and lets your hand land into the rock.
  
  Unfortunately, the tree remains intact and your hand has become horribly misshapen (though that'll no doubt heal soon), on the good side, however, the thick pillar has an obvious dent in addition to a new, more crooked position, leaning backwards from the force of your punch. Surprised by your success, you laugh even when Kelso trips you from the bottom.
  
  "Now we're getting somewhere."