Genuine fights afforded people only rare opportunities to take such classical stances. This was something that Clarinet had admittedly learned time and time again. However, that didn't mean that learning them wasn't a great idea in its own right, though. They provided a very good basis that could be quickly modified once committed to memory. If your muscles were drilled enough, then you wouldn't have to wait for an opportunity to take a stance that would never come. Rather, you'd instantly get where you need to go. Better yet, it had looked like Kelvin was learning very quickly what it had felt like to apply these motions in a real fight. That would become very helpful later on.<br/><br/>Having been raised as a warrior-type Namekian, Clarinet knew nothing but this expertise his entire life. That was why he had the level of ability that he did. It didn't come easy, and he was no natural. Rather, it was the product of an entire life spent training and drilling. It was a life of very hard work, but he had this to show for it. One thing that he did notice was that those flurries and kicks came quite easily to Kelvin. The Frost Demon had always been a fan of rapid stinger attacks.<br/><br/>However, it looked like he had gotten constantly better at these. While it didn't make sense to only ever stick to what you knew best, and practice often had to be focused on achieving skills that weren't there, Clarinet was glad that he had been helping the other to move further nevertheless. Eventually they got to the point where Ki attacks, though, were the most important part of the training.<br/><br/>Unlike his antennae, horns were more like something that was empty. His antennae were living flesh, but a lot of that on Kelvin's head was probably just dead protein tissue piled up on top of each other. It would have been difficult for him to send Ki straight into his claws, for instance, since these were like fingernails. Still it was organic material, so it shouldn't have been impossible.<br/><br/>"When you whine like that, it means you merely have to work harder!" The way that Clarinet had repeated that admonition so automatically seemed to suggest that he had heard it so many times. It was an automatic rebuke from those who had taught Clarinet before.<br/><br/>"Never happened? What the hell are you talking about? I'm not going to pretend to understand that physiological system that you have, because I don't, but if you could learn to control that it would make an incredible attack or even an influential defense. You simply have to learn some focus there."<br/><br/>Over time, though, it had looked like Kelvin didn't much want to talk about it, so he figured it was best to leave it alone. Clarinet might have just ended up angering him more than anything. That wasn't at all what he had wanted to do. Rebuking a student was useful, but angering them constantly did nothing.<br/><br/>Instead, he had decided to focus on the terminal display that the other found so interesting. It would have been more effective than just sitting there, after all. Anyway, it looked like he was being pressed for another cultural question. At this point, Clarinet wasn't entirely sure if those were genuine or just a way for Kelvin to get out of embarrassing situations.<br/><br/>Weirdly, though, it had looked like the other was again interested in his life cycle. He supposed that it made sense, since they were both such different creatures.<br/><br/>"Little kid Namekians? Well, we start out as hatchlings from those eggs that our progenitors vomit up. Big Cousin Kel? You don't look like my genetic duplicate." Eventually Clarinet smirked at this, figuring that even a stone-faced Namekian could find the humor in the fact that everyone in the clutch that he was born from would be very similar. "Then again, since I was selected as a warrior-type Namekian, I ended up growing up differently and looking very different from everyone else, even those who were born alongside me."<br/><br/>Even without saying it, Clarinet kind of had the same feeling that Kelvin did. A station like this had to come from a culture that was very advanced. They knew how to build, and they surely knew how to fight to keep what they had gotten.<br/><br/>"I'll keep the bit about low gravity in mind, but why would anyone from Dragon World care if we were there anyway? Isn't their entire planet ruled with an iron fist by some Dog who actually kept control after an army of their dominant species was obliterated?"<br/><br/>Even though Kelvin was using his words as filler, it looked like the Namekian was actually taking them quite seriously. "Yeah, let's keep going."<br/><br/>Considering what it had looked like they were about to be up against, they were probably going to need this. He was sure that things wouldn't have exactly been so easy for them elsewhere either. If this station was any sign of the threat they faced, then they were in over their head.<br/><br/>As they continued to train for some time, it looked like Clarinet wasn't getting tired at all. Soon enough they were going to have to head back to the ship, and he was using that as a goal to keep on going. Once he figured that it was late enough, the Namekian nodded his head and collected his things. He figured that would have been a pretty good signal that it was now time to get going.<br/><br/>Leading the way he would have been heading back toward the flying saucer that they had used to get here. He figured that they could have continued their training inside, perhaps using intense gravity modifications to make this even more of a difficult workout for the both of them. That would have made it intense, and if there was anything that Kelvin knew, it was the fact that Clarinet had always liked when things got intense.<br/><br/>At this point that would have become something like a rule to him. Kelvin had probably gotten used to it. That didn't mean, though, that anything the Namekian did was any more normal to him he figured.<br/><br/>They were quite a pair when you took a look at it.