~ Shing, Shing, shing~ Sounds of sword cutting through the air fills the training room.
"No way." Riley muttered in surprise as she watched Henry dodging Raphael's slashes by hair's breath. It was obvious that Raphael wasn't using his full speed, but even then, it's impressive for Henry to avoid them.
Although there were a few slashes here and there, he managed to avoid the fatal blows.
Henry's flexibility played a major role in his dodging but thanks to the sword art and the cruel physical exercise he has been doing, he managed to live each time the sword came close to his throat or his gut.
Raphael was thrilled, he was enjoying the display from Henry and wasn't ready to stop yet, so he shot a stab aiming at his head, in response Henry bent all the way backwards avoiding the death strike.
"Your flexibility is something else brother, but your speed and reflex is even more surprising. I wonder if I was this fast at your age" Raphael said with continuous slashes and stabbing and Henry kept jumping, ducking and dodging them.
"This is something... could it be that the devil had no hand in the poison suppression but he's somehow resistant to poisons?" Riley said in observation. She saw how Raphael didn't give him a chance to catch his breath and only shook her head.
"Dad's trying to make him into a war machine. I thought our training was hell, but compared to his... we're having a good time. Is this his way of trying to make Henry lose his will to live?" She wondered.
Henry backflipped with the intention of gaining distance from Raphael.
"Heh...where do you think you are going?" Raphael asked and immediately closed in on Henry. Just as Henry's feet touched the ground, Raphael's slashed at his neck.
~Sling~
But it cuts nothing but air as Henry bent so low that his head was a few centimeters away from the ground.
"This display of yours is both entertaining and annoying brother. You're tempting me to go all out, if I do that I might kill you, and I'm not ready to do that, at least not yet." Raphael said giving him a little space to breathe.
"Huff, Huff" Henry breathed. He felt like he couldn't endure anymore. Henry noticed that his energy was quickly degrading unlike when he fought his teachers.
'I guess that cupcake had something in it after all.' he thought with gritted teeth then he looked back to see that he wasn't far from his sword.
"What's this you are looking away from me?" Raphael got in a low position.
"Hopefully this will get your attention back to me." He said; Henry instinctively jumps back.
"That won't help you." Raphael immediately released a fast crossed sword slash, there was no mana inbuilt, it was just the waves of the swing.
Henry knew how powerful the waves of that swing was, he had seen his teacher use it once butt because he was using the flying swordsman sword art, he knew that he'd be in serious danger if the waves of tha swing caught him.
He could only dodge by jumping, but as he was about to jump, his cut feet reopened, something that never happened to him.
"Ack!" He screamed in pain but immediately got his focus back to the incoming strike. He understood that whatever was in the cupcake was beginning to kick in but in that moment nothing else mattered except his life, not even the pain was enough to make him not react.
He didn't want to die pathetically in a spar, so pushing himself he did a last minute backflip. It was high enough to save his face, but not his hair. To Henry it wasn't a loss, it was a great victory.
'That punk, does he want to die? If that had met with Henry's face, then we would be in trouble.'
"That's enough Raphael, do you want to kill him you idiot!" Riley screams at Raphael but he ignores her.
With this Henry was sure that they weren't here to visit as siblings, but, just like everyone else, torture him.
Something sparked in him, anger; Henry hated being angry. He hated it because then he wouldn't be able to think straight, all his mind would focus on was how to eliminate his target, it was like a berserker mode for him and it never had a good outcome for Henry.
He double flipped and landed on the hilt of his kitana–which was stuck to the ground, with the tip of his toes.
"What's this now?" Raphael wondered. He knew that Henry's skill were horrible, but were good enough to help him survive. He didn't fight by the rules.
Raphael observed in the process of dodging and attacking him, that Henry used some basic swordsman stance but it was personified so much that it was almost unrecognizable.
Henry wasn't a fast learner because of the complications of the skills he was learning and how it didn't suit him, so he decided to adjust the skills to fit him. Just as Raphael thought. He personalized them.
Henry launched himself upwards from the hilt of the sword and was now landing directly towards Raphael, with uninjured leg stretched out for a deadly kick.
"Wow, that's surprisingly skillful and stupid." Raphael says as he positions himself like a baseball hitter, trying to hit the ball with his racket–Henry being the ball and his sword being the racket.
Knowing he might kill Henry with his time, he turned the flat surface of the sword instead.
"Sadly , that's not enough to help you survive against me." He said as he swung the flat surface area of the sword at the incoming Henry.
"It's time to make the home run." Raphael said with his usual evil smirk.