Eye Of The Eclipse 57 Training Sprays

It wasn't even an hour later than Chance once again knocked on the door once again while holding two cylinders in each hand, two red and two blue. Without giving them the chance to ask about their uses, he pulled a dagger from his waist before spraying it with one of the blue canisters. A fine grey mist shot out, forming a grey layer over the blade, around a millimetre thick, before he released the stopper once again.

Waving the blade around in the air for a moment, making sure that the gel had firmly set in place, he threw it straight at Loki who didn't even have a chance to react before it smacked him, tip first, in the stomach.

"Aaaahhh!" He shouted as he slid to the floor while clutching his side and cursing at Chance. Tears streaked down his side as he tried to stop the non-existent blood flow while under the laughing gazes of Chance and Rob.

Despite his initial shock, Rykar quickly noticed the lack of blood and the fact that Loki's hand was the only thing keeping the blade against his stomach. Leaning in and pulling it from his brother's grasp, he quickly inspected the rubbery film which now coated the blade while reveling in the horrified look which was still stuck on Loki.

"d.a.m.n, who knew you were such a good actor, almost brought me to tears." Chance and Rob laughed while holding each other up for support.

"Ok, for real though." Shaking the blue can first, he continued. "This one is just a waterproof spray, its usually used to patch up things like roofs or walls for a temporary fix, but it can be put to other uses if you have a good imagination.

"As Loki demonstrated for us, it makes a thin film that is pretty jelly-like and sticks on for around a day, depending on how much wear you put it through." Next he shook the red can. "This one is literally a first aid spray, it can help stop bleeding and heal bruises but, F*ck me, when I say it hurts, I mean it hurts. Just do your best to not to take too many hits or this is your both your recovery and punishment."

Soon enough, Rykar's gauntlets and Loki's daggers were coated in grey while and unarmed Chance and Rob stood across from each of them respectively. Their only goal was to land as many blows as possible while correcting any mistakes that were pointed out by their 'mentors'.

Comparative to Chance and Rob initially making it sound like they would be dodging and correcting them, it was much more accurate to say that Rob and Loki were forced to run from the pain than strike at a target.

"Don't close your eyes when you get hit."

"Don't step back every time I step forward."

"You can hit me too you know."

"Stop being scared."

Apart from the sound of fists on skin and leather, these comments constantly rang through the room as the twins were given a proper education.

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"Let me hit you once!" Rykar shouted when there was just ten minutes left of the ceasefire.

"Haha, this isn't how it works. You won't learn anything from freebees and cheap shots. Believe me, you'll thank me later." Chance promised while chopping the kid on his cheek.

"Well, I think it's about time to call it. The ceasefire is just about over, just enough time for us to 'treat your wounds' before we get back to our studies.

"It's cool, it's just a couple bruises." Loki brushed it off. Still annoyed at having taken such a one sided beating, he refused to show any of the aches he was currently experiencing.

"Not a chance, your lip is bleeding! Can't let you go out like this or it till look like we're into child abuse." Rob declined while shaking the red can with a grin.

"I said I'm good." Loki didn't plan on giving in but when he saw Chance and Rob advancing on him while Rykar tried his best to slide into the back room unnoticed, he knew he was already screwed. "I swear, if you touch me I'll cut you in your sleep."

Despite it not working, he continued threatening them while retreating but after half a dozen steps, his back struck the door to the room. With the route of escape presented to him, he wasted no time before spinning on his heels and s.n.a.t.c.hing the handle.

"Hehe, where you going so fast, aye?" He didn't even have time to twist before Chance's demonic whisper sounded out, directly into his ear. "There's nothing to be scared of, you'll barely feel a thing."

Rykar watched on from a crack in the door as sweat began to form on his back. Despite Loki's struggling, Chance and Rob easily stripped him down to his underwear before taking a canister each in their free hand. What was revealed was a body covered in bruises and sc.r.a.pes, however, this wasn't the case for long, as he soon had a thin film covering the majority of his body.

Despite His stubborn nature, Loki wasn't able to stop himself from thras.h.i.+ng around as an itchy and burning sensation filled his mind. His skin felt like it literally began to crawl as the stagnant blood and damaged skin began to visibly scab over. Although he didn't cry out, his hands and legs spasmed while trying to break out of the grip of the two demons kneeling at his head and feet.

Three minutes later, Loki lay on the ground devoid of any energy. Surrounding him was a pool of sweat, formed while his body attempted to relieve some of the heat caused by his crazy struggle.

"d.a.m.n that was a h.e.l.l of a workout." Rob signed as he let go of the wrists he was holding onto.

Rob was still hidden in the room, peeking out of the crack while praying that Loki had preoccupied them long enough to make them forget about him.

Sadly, his hopes were crushed as The two demons looked in his direction with s.h.i.+ning eyes. He nearly spat his heart out of his mouth when they locked eyes through the narrow opening.

. . .

After tormenting them with the red spray, neither twin had the energy to even sit up and read the book alongside Chance, so they simply sat with their backs against the wall as they listened to him narrating the contents with their eyes closed. Despite the lack of exciting content of the stories they had a preference over, they were still amazed and left with wondrous feelings as their imaginations ran wild while Chance recited historical texts and descriptions of the races that they had thought to be nothing but fantasy.

t.i.tans, beasts that were as big as mountains, destroying everything in their wake.

Elves, royalty of nature which harmonized the ecosystems of entire planets full of greenery while being a.s.sociated with various arts and beauty.

Vampires, creatures of death and silence. Preying on the young and weak while fleeing from those that pose danger to them.

Dwarves, masters of engineering and architecture…

Fairies, the lords of forestry and rearing fauna…

Dragons, h.o.a.rders of anything valuable…

Harpies… Centaurs… Goblins… Sirens…

The list went on extensively. It wasn't long before they branched off from mythical beasts and began to go into the different variations in the human race, which seemed just as mind boggling a task to wrap their head around as it was to grasp any of the rest.

It was just like this that the next three months pa.s.sed by.

Before the first month even pa.s.sed, there were practically no words that Chance or Rob were able to show either of the twins without them being able to recognize them. The reading preferances of the twins gradually changed too. First, they were fanatic about the stories portraying heroes and different mysterious but eventually, rather than focusing on the heroes, they began to look at the setting of the places and the actual characters and monsters used. While reading a story, they would often have five or six other books to hand, which they would use to look up the monsters and environments which the stories actually took place in.

While this gave the stories much more of a background, it also annoyed the twins to great lengths when they found inconstancies between the stories and the actual reality of the monsters or settings. It began to dull their desired to reading these and want to find these places to experience them for themselves.

The change in genre of their reading was, however, a minor detail when compared to other aspects. One of which being their combat capabilities which had sky rocketed. Much to the distress of Rob and Chance, they actually shared a mutual understanding after the end of the first month, beginning to hold back in their advice giving to the twins.

At first, their advice was a way of venting some of their superiority towards the boys but gradually, the only way they could slow down the progress of the twins was to hold back on their words. The advice itself was fine, the problem was that after correcting on of their mistakes, they would practically never make that same mistake again.

Their impeccable memories, along with their desire to absolutely destroy their older counterparts and use the red spray on them, had caused them to become relentless in their attacks. The use of the blue spray also made it that they didn't really have to hold back in their blows. Half way through the second month, after both Rob and Chance begun to sustain mild injuries after each session, the boys were given another surprise.

At the beginning of a particular sparring session, what greeted them wasn't the barehanded Chance and Rob. Instead both of them were holding their daggers while their faces of shame were hidden from the view of the twins by their masks.

The third drastic change was something much more simple yet mind boggling. The weights of the twins had increased rapidly.

Especially Rykar.