Knowing the risks and benefits, Khaled surveyed the Red Bao puppet. It stood confidently on its rocky perch, its large, button eyes seemingly fixated on him. Today, he wasn't sure what difficulty level Sandra had set. But one thing was certain – it was time to test his limits. He had a newfound understanding of Riaf management thanks to the book of the rank 2 Irsal spells he read in the library last time, and this challenging environment was the perfect proving ground.
He squared his shoulders, a determined glint flashing in his eyes. This training session, unlike any other, would test his skill, his adaptation abilities, and his newfound understanding of managing his limited Riaf reserves. "Sandra always knows how to push my buttons," he thought, a mix of irritation and admiration creeping into his mind. "But I won't back down. Not today."
As he took his first cautious steps up the rocky incline, the pressure in his lungs intensified. Each breath was a conscious effort, mimicking the struggle of climbing a treacherous mountain path. Yet, amidst the physical strain, a peculiar sight made him pause. The Red Bao puppet, unlike its usual ferocious demeanor, was tilting its head in a comical way, its large, button eyes gazing at him with an almost curious glint. Its stance wasn't aggressive, its thick, ringed tail swishing back and forth in a playful manner.
Khaled couldn't help but smile. "What are you up to, Sandra?" he mused. This Red Bao puppet, crafted with meticulous detail, resembled a giant version of a creature with a vibrant, fiery red coat contrasting sharply with the black markings around its eyes and muzzle. Its thick, round ears perked atop its head, twitching with seemingly innocent curiosity. Even its paws, crafted from polished wood, retained the signature black pads of this adorable mammal.
The sight sparked a smile on Khaled's face. Sandra, he knew, had a way of injecting a touch of whimsy into her training setups. This wasn't just a training exercise; it was a playful challenge, a reminder that even amidst the harsh realities of combat, there was room for a touch of lightheartedness. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I should have known," he thought. "Leave it to Sandra to turn a life-or-death exercise into a game."
Taking a deep breath, Khaled steeled himself. He wasn't here to be charmed by the creature's adorableness. He focused on the task at hand, channeling his limited Riaf reserves. "Focus, Khaled. This is still a test," he reminded himself. "Don't let your guard down."
With a flick of his wrist, he whispered a simple Earth spell. A low hum resonated in the chamber as a section of the rocky path before him solidified, forming a temporary barrier. The creature, seemingly unfazed by the sudden display of magic, let out a high-pitched chirp, a sound strangely reminiscent of its real-life counterpart's communication call. Then, with surprising agility, it scrambled down the rocky outcrop, its thick, ringed tail acting as a counterbalance. It scurried towards Khaled, its gait more playful than menacing.
Despite the creature's disarming appearance, Khaled knew this could be a trap. Sandra might have set the puppet to a higher difficulty level, masking its strength with a facade of cuteness. He focused his senses, anticipating the creature's next move. "It's always the unexpected," he thought. "Sandra taught me that the hard way."
As it neared, the creature reared up on its hind legs, its front paws outstretched. But instead of a ferocious swipe, it offered those paws in a clumsy, almost comical attempt at a hug. The display was undeniably endearing, but Khaled remembered the challenge. This might be a deceptive lull, a way to gauge his reaction time before a real attack.
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He sidestepped the creature's attempted hug with a practiced ease, keeping a safe distance. Simultaneously, he channeled an Irsal spell, holding control of a small pebble to rise from the ground and move to target the Red Bao’s chest. The creature, seemingly unfazed by the obstacle, let out another chirp. It lumbered around the earthen mound, its large, black eyes never leaving Khaled.
"This thing is too cute for its own good," Khaled thought with a mixture of frustration and amusement. The playful chirp of the creature echoed in the chamber, a stark contrast to the growing symphony of complaints in Khaled's muscles. Unlike the pebble he'd manipulated earlier, a mere warmup, this rock demanded a deeper connection. It wasn't just an object anymore; it felt like a boulder, a physical manifestation of his own fatigue pressing down on him.
He closed his eyes, picturing the rock's rough surface, the way the afternoon sun glinted off its quartz veins, the comforting weight he knew it held. He needed to feel it not as an external obstacle, but as an extension of himself, a giant fist clenched within his mind's eye. "Come on, Khaled," he urged himself. "You've got this. It's just a rock."
With a deep, ragged breath that sounded more like a sigh than anything else, Khaled channeled his Riaf. It felt sluggish, too, like molasses struggling through a clogged pipe. Riaf, the lifeblood of magic, flowed through his veins, connecting him to the very essence of the world. Today, however, that essence felt distant, almost mocking. He pushed, picturing a tendril of purple energy snaking out from his core, reaching for the rock. The air crackled faintly as the connection formed, a bridge between his will and the inert stone.
A surge of effort flowed through him, the effort of lifting not just the rock, but his own fatigue. He winced. Unlike the pebble, which had obeyed his will with a simple flick of thought, this rock felt like pulling a stubborn mule uphill through mud. Gravity, even simulated in this training dome, played a cruel hand. Upward movement was significantly more taxing, a constant battle against gravity. It felt like a metaphor for the whole day - a relentless uphill climb against exhaustion.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, stinging in his eyes as he strained to visualize the rock's movement. It demanded higher focus, more Riaf, that a tiny voice in his head kept whispering doubts. "Just use a smaller stone," it nagged, "This is pointless." But Khaled shut it out. This wasn't just about defeating the Red Bao puppet; it was about proving something to himself. This rock, rough and unyielding, embodied the very challenge he sought to overcome.
"I won't give in," he thought fiercely. "I have to push through."
He experimented, first a simple lift, the rock grudgingly rising a few inches before settling back down with a dull thud. Then, a tentative rotation. It moved, sluggishly at first, then gaining momentum with each painstaking effort. The limitations were clear – his current state wouldn't allow him to raise the rock much higher than the creature's leg joint. Briefly, he considered switching tactics, using a smaller stone like the pebble from before. But the image of the rock, a makeshift shield, a weapon, held him back. It wasn't just any rock; it was a symbol of his determination, his refusal to be outmatched by a playful puppet.
Discarding the thought – and the tempting voice – he severed the link and focused on a smaller stone nestled amongst the path. Ah, there it was. Five centimeters of smooth, grey defiance. The connection formed instantly, a familiar rush of Riaf flowing more readily. This time, the rock obeyed with a satisfying ease. Triple the height, triple the speed – it zipped around, a miniature brown blur reaching the creature's chest. He pushed it further, urging the rotation to its maximum. The air sang with the friction, a high-pitched whine that matched the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
"Just a little more," he thought, feeling the strain in his muscles and the exhaustion creeping into his bones. "I can do this."
All the while, the creature watched with its large, black eyes. Was that a playful tilt of its head? Was this cuteness a programmed defense mechanism, designed to distract him? Sandra, he realized with a flicker of amusement, was a master of creating not just physical challenges, but mental ones as well. "Nice try, Sandra," he gasped, the words coming out ragged but defiant. He wouldn't let the creature's playful facade break his focus.