Basic Training

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: keelie

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

"Son of a bitch," Bellamy cursed as his back hit the ground, Echo's figure standing tall. Despite his words, there was a slight smile on his lips, though for a different reason than the one on Echo's. He accepted her extended hand, pulling himself to his feet with her head. While he had some basic training with Lincoln in the style of Grounder combat during the ceasefire, nothing compared to the training he was receiving from Echo. Besides, it helped that their relationship had taken a more . . . intimate step. From enemies, to friends, to . . . well, what they were now: more.

He took a few steps over to the cloth to wipe his face, dampened with sweat. "You gotta admit . . . " he began to say. "Ai laik nou bilaik foto." I'm not that bad, he added with that same smirk playing on his features. In addition to learning combat, he was also learning Trigedasleng. Thanks to Echo once again. The long hours spent together, allowed them to get to know each other in ways that Bellamy never imagined. And ways that he was fully embracing. He knew full well with each passing day, his feelings for Echo were growing stronger, and it helped make the time up here more . . . comforting.

[keelie]

A quick move and Echo had Bellamy landing on his back with a thud. He was getting better but he still wasn't quite up to par with the warrior. They had nothing but time up here so Echo had agreed to help train him, something she appeared to be doing with everyone up here. She didn't mind, as it gave her something mindless to do and it kept her in shape. She rolled her eyes as he swore, offering her hand to help pull him up. Even when she was trying to be serious around Bellamy, she usually had a small smile on her face. She couldn't help it but she wasn't necessarily complaining.

His Trigedasleng was coming along as well. Emori was helping to teach everyone that so at least Echo wasn't the only one who knew the language. His attempt at the dialect had her rolling her eyes again, a small smirk playing on her lips.  "I'll admit you aren't as terrible," she agreed. "But your moves are predictable which is why I have you beat every time." Echo shot him a pointed look before crossing her arms over her chest.


Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: keelie

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy smirked in return, running his hand through his hair as he listened to her explain that his moves were predictable. "I'm only as good as my teacher," he said with clear playful teasing in his voice. Truth was, he wanted to learn as much as he could. He wanted to get better. If they were to return to Earth in the projected 5 year time frame . . . well, who knew when this combat training could come in handy.

And guard training didn't compare to Grounder training; the training grounders had far surpassed. Some of them were born warriors. "But I'll also admit something," he said taking a few steps towards her, now standing directly in front of her. He leaned in as if about to kiss her but instead, abruptly paused and spoke. "You are a pretty damn good teacher," he complimented, a way of appeasing his earlier joking tease with what was now the truth, as he moved back a little, that same unwavering smile upon his lips.