The two stood in the massive hub of the station.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">One, two, three, four...</span>Kelvin went over the stances as he categorized them in his head. He struggled with some of the defense stances because of his diminutive height but managed to modify them to better suit his needs. More than anything, Kelvin was glad that he was exerting himself on this station. The soft tone that played over the intercoms made him feel incredible even in a high-pressure environment. Luckily, Clarinet focused more intently on the technical mastery than the strength of his strikes. After Clarinet was assured Kelvin had gotten the movements down, he began drills under the guise of attacks. It was rather clever and allowed Kelvin to know what it would feel like to apply the movements in actual combat.<br/><br/>Despite having sparred with the Namekian before, Kelvin was thoroughly impressed with the level of expertise he held and particularly appreciated his ability to teach his style: He knew intrinsic abilities such as claw strike and mystic attacks would be ineffective and so didn't teach them but instead instructed how his own abilities might be useful. This was a skill worthy of admiration.<br/><br/>Kelvin was a fan of the flurries and kicks he taught; Kelvin took pride in his firecracker style of rapid sharp, sting-like attacks. He was less a fan of the technical defense but he saw its uses. Ki manipulation was where he felt utterly useless. Something about it seemed so nebulous and incomprehensible. Kelvin couldn't<span style="font-style: italic">feel</span>when his body modified the environment, it just happened. Changing that was like telling someone to notice how they were hearing and change to hear a new frequency. Kelvin had only ever figured out how to make a weak, unstable ki blast work and even that was hit or miss under stressful circumstances. Still, things were going so well that maybe it could work out differently.<br/><br/>Clarinet stood before him, a barely perceivable glint of pride and enjoyment dancing on his face for just a moment before he wiped it away with a sheen of sweat. He looked like he was planning something.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Focus on cycling that Ki throughout your vascular system, and then make sure that it's oxygenated before focusing it all...on your horns."</span><br/>Kelvin gave the Namekian a puzzled look before shrugging "What the hell, I guess I'll give it a shot,"<br/><br/>He firmly planted his feet and closed his eyes, trying hard to concentrate and feel .... something! He took several deep breaths, hoping it would stir something. It only served in making him more frustrated.<span style="font-style: italic">Come on, there's gotta be something!.... maybe I can just.</span>. He imagined the energy moving towards his head, but his horns... they were shell, almost like a cold helmet or a fingernail; he couldn't think of how that would work. After a moment, his face felt especially warm and he realized he'd been simply standing in place for several minutes. He made an agitated grunt before opening his eyes.<br/><br/>"I'm not getting this!" he tried his best to say it calmly, but it came off as a whine regardless. If he'd only waited a moment later, he'd have noticed the weak light that was being thrown around him as his head was outlined by a pale pink halo of energy. It was a soft solid outline, as if his head were a dying neon light that swirled and swished like suspended fluid. His eyes widened in panic. He looked at Clarinet for reassurance but was met with stony observation.<br/><br/>"AHHH SHIT, this is getting hot!" he shouted. He wiped his hands over his face and head as if trying to cool himself off. To his surprise, the energy responded, moving from his head to his hands. This was something much different from his blobby ki blasts. This was heat, heat that penetrated his shell and skin; made his pulse jump and his blood scream. This was obliterating heat. He immediately dropped to his knees and pressed his hands against the floor as if he was sticking a burn into ice. Surprisingly the solid metal began to sizzle, groan and cave inward as he pressed his hands desperately away. It was starting to become unbearably painful.  He just wanted it to stop, he wanted it to spread out  or all around, atleast so this intensity would stop.<br/><br/>He just wanted this pain gone! ..... and then it was. The heat became a warmth that slowly climbed up his arms and spread to the rest of his body before it slowly cooled back to a comfortable room temperature. He looked Clarinet dead in the eye, before floating up into the air.<br/><br/>"This. Never. Happened." he said seriously before looking at the large bay terminal that was displaying their position. Kelvin leaned back into a floating supine position and glanced, upside-down, at Clarinet. His tail coiled and swished sporadically as he looked over the Namekian "uhh, y'know. I've been to Dragon World before, but never Namek. It's kinda exciting that I'll get to meet your family and all."<br/><br/>Kelvin sat up so that he was facing the terminal "Are there little kid Namekians or do they come out big and menacing? If there are, I want to be Big Cousin Kel..." he said as he watched their approach. This station was something extraordinary. It was capable of traveling at speeds, that much smaller ships would struggle to keep up with, with no problem. It spoke of these creatures and their ingenuity, their abilities.<br/><br/>It meant, their enemy was very capable.<br/><br/>The Station rapidly slowed as it approached the system "Dragon World's pretty nice, the people there aren't fond of strange creatures like us walking around but they won't... or can't do much about it. Either way, we'll be gone pretty quick once Korrin hands over some Senzu Beans, the gravity there is pretty light, so my power level is gonna bump up a small bit but from what I've heard, people say your steps feel very springy."<br/><br/>His words were filler; they fell from his mouth thoughtlessly just to fill the silence with life. He was really concerned about this travel to Namek.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What if they hate me?</span><br/><br/>Kelvin slowly allowed himself to lower onto the ground and he stood and turned to face Clarinet. He took an offensive stance and gave the man a cold stare. "Let's go some more"