<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Night is Dark and Full of Terrors</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt2ECxS.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Kevin Finch<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>February 15th, 2021, 9:00AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Training Area<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Asmodiel, Ryusei, Leasick Mallory<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Training<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Tank Top and Shorts<br/><hr/><br/>Kevin breathed a little easier with Leasick's arrival. Now they had... well they still didn't have a fighting chance. Azmodiel would just crank up the power on his end. But it would make things more interesting. And the more the learned, the better prepared they'd be for the real thing. That's what training was all about. Beating Az, that was just a dream.<br/><br/>But with that, he counted three, then charged. As promised, he moved to hit low, sweep the leg, get Azmodiel off balance (like that was a thing for their demonic boss.) But at least if Azmodiel was busy looking down, that meant he'd be looking less up, where Ryusei and Leasick were sure to go, and Leasick, with his demonic arm, and Ryusei with the demonic half of his DNA, both had a much better shot of actually landing something than Kevin did. It was something Kevin knew, and put with his calculations. Pride, well pride would get you killed. Knowing what you had, what others had, and what to do with it, that was far more important, and more likely to lead to your survival and those you were trying to protect. If Kevin's teammates had advantages he didn't, that was something to be thankful for, and to shoot for in his own right, rather than be jealous of. If Mallory just got that from watching today, it would be invaluable, though Mal didn't really have a pride problem, so maybe the concept would be less important to her than it was to him.<br/><br/>Still, Kevin moved fast. He had gotten a lot faster since these training sessions started, as slow would get him beaten black and blue. He zigged left before... zigging left again. Right would have been obvious, and Kevin had learned that the obvious never worked against Azmodiel (or a lot of other people.) It was only then that he moved in, legs first, to see what he could snag.