Tatin had received his fair share of beatings. Even in victory across the various dueling circles, he'd found that not all of his opponents were so pathetically weak that they couldn't cause him harm. He knew pain, he knew it gave him strength, he'd been flailed to an inch of life and come roaring back.<br/><br/>But as time slowed as he felt the vice like grip on his ankle, seemingly from the depths of the ship itself, he barely had time to register the pain in as he felt the bone there crack.<br/><br/>And then he was soaring through out the air like a toy with an other exuberant child. And as he flew towards the ground, as he registered who was doing this too him, he remembered the first time Aurelia had ever deigned to so punish him. He'd have rather faced all his entire history of dueling opponents at once than go through it again.<br/><br/>He used what little energy he had to course through his body, reinforcing the weaker areas of it, emphasizing the bones as those would most likely take time to heal. And as his body came thundering down against the cold, unyielding metal of the ship, he felt several of his bones crack anyway.<br/><br/>He shook with rage and pain... so much pain. His first instinct was to roll and curl into the fetal position, but he knew better. To do so would be impossible sign of weakness, and more concretely, any movement would exacerbate his injuries. So he bit his lip until he felt the warm coppery taste of blood, his vision blurred as, though still able to see as he'd strengthened his skull as much as he could.<br/><br/>His dark blue eyes went to Aurelia's, hatred coursing through them, even as they closed as he grit his teeth to fight the urge to cry out.<br/><br/>It had been a lesson, but one taught in a manner he wasn't enjoying at the moment.