The Essence of GUTS [Radioactive/Lyza]

Coming out of the midst of the world without a single warning, a heaviness weighed itself down upon the body of Lyza. However, this sensation did not come with malice. No. It was a sense of warmth as the lone gold eye of one of the Lux Orior's strongest assets came into play. And that asset was Radioactive himself. After overhearing everything that took place while walking by, it was apparent enough the woman's confidence was shot to hell and back to him. Thus, this was a liability to have in a comrade after failing a mission which was important to them. So, he'd lead on that note:

"Oi, it ain't fucking great. You fucked up."

Gruff in the tone of his voice, this male's face seemed to ease over into a chuckle as his shark-toothed smile glistened through his friendly chuckle.

"But ya ain't dead. You just look stupid, but you can recover your pride and live to see another day. That's more important and I'm glad to see you are alive."

Looming over Lyza like the seven-foot eleven giant he was, the scarred man held his right hand out to her and sought to sincerely connect with her through a handshake.

"Name is Radioactive: Vice-Chairman of the Support and Defense. A pleasure to meet ya."

There was a sense of reluctance flowing from the woman when it came to the notion of trying to accept the capacity of raising above her doubt. This could be shown to Radioactive from how sheep-ish she was in her body language, the flow of energy, and overall tone of voice. Thus, he'd move on to flick her forehead in one simple manner before speaking.

"Oi, Lyza, it ain't a waste to invest in your comrades. They are the ones that make sure you aren't a pile of fresh roadkill in a war when the time comes to battle."

While speaking firmly in his warm language, Radioactive maintained that belief in his allies because an organization cannot function without a sense of morale, comradery, and being able to actually help your family. If there is no connection, even on the smallest level, then the pack will become unstable and fizzle out. Thus, it was his job as someone with the strength to be that backbone and start to instill pride back in his fellow allies.

"To the smallest runt, to the biggest badass; we all got a part and connection in our tribe. If we don't have that ability to be there for our allies, the fuck is the point of being here and finding power?"

A snort exited the man's nose as he tried to share his insights with Lyza, but he wasn't sure if they'd fall on deaf ears or not. So, instead, he had something else to follow up on.

"Better yet, if you are sick of being a waste in your mind, I'm pretty sure I have some free-time to beat some confidence into you. If you have the stomach for it, I'm damn certain my powers can leave some impression on your soul. What do you think, Lyza?"

"You have no reason to trust me."

Those words were spoken bluntly as Radioactive was not one to give people bullshit. After the experiences, the woman had with the Lux Orior and the world? Perhaps it was natural to be on the side of being untrustworthy. It was a savage place that they existed and that instinct was there for a reason.

"I can smell the dishonesty radiating from you as I feel learned pain in your words. All I can do is act to prove to you not everyone is awful."

In spite of his gruff words, that confident smile remained as he still believed in his mind that things would play out the way fate desired. As he reached into his pocket, the male grabbed a small black spherical device. After pressing a button on this gadget, a white vortex of light ripped open in the space around them and a reflection of the barren, cold, snowy grounds of a Siberian mountain was reflected in this tear through space.

"Oi, follow me if you feel you can at least entertain the possibility of trusting me."

With his right hand motioning for her to follow, Radioactive wasted no time trying to move things along as he walked with purpose through the vortex ahead to begin the daunting task of training one of his own comrades.

The barren winds of the harsh wintry mountains brought many men shivering to their knees. Yet, it is this harsh climate which represented the adversity of life in the eyes of Radioactive. As he gave a glance back at Lyza, the man could see so much hesitation in her spirit and this is precisely why this was the perfect place for her to be at this time.

"The climate is miserable here, but it's perfect for your rise to power. You should get used to feeling shit as it's only going to be worse if you want to be worth a damn in the world."

Blunt and to the point, Radioactive didn't hide behind a myriad of mysteries. Bringing her here was to adjust her body, mind, and spirit to the rigid hellish nature of trying to become stronger. So, as he let out an exhale of breath, the man's bellowing depth of power smeared across the landscape with a dragon-like roar which made the heavens rumble with fear. Indeed, in the space around them, it felt as if a demon which could swallow this entire country had been summoned, but in spite of this ominous pressure, the man's eyes remained ever so gentle.

"You are not a monster of strength like I am. That does not mean you cannot become more than what you are. Tap into your energy and use it to shield you from the world's cold. Once you do that, we can begin our spar."

With his own inner beast tamed, the harsh winds of the area eased over as his warm influence tamed the material world around him to bring about stillness, security, and safety. All that radiated through his soul at this moment was the sheer desire to use the blessing of his abnormal power to make this world better in his own way. Thus, through this will of the heart is why rays of honey spread around them and filled the once dull void with light as the potential of their encounter shined ever-brightly to the gods above.

Radioactive remained ever calm before the pressure of a cursed beast dimmed from the area. Instead, he focused that energy within himself in order to channel it into his legs, break the distance between them, and aimed to strike Lyza straight in the gut with enough force to make her vomit. Of course, she could feel the potential for him to rip her straight in half like a twig, but the measure of restraint, control and finesse the man held over his powers prevented his full capacity from killing her. Thus, she'd be hurled across the snow and ice like a rag doll against the wind as her whole body would feel as if it got hit by a dump truck as volts of golden electricity scattered across the battlefield.

"Endure."

That was the only thing which was important to this training and the development of her prowess. The woman was under a great strain of pain, but more misery awaited her if she continued down this path of development. Therefore, the weight of the world was going to be placed on her shoulders and it was a sense of torment that the soul, mind, and body needed to accept.

So as Lyza continued to prove her might to him, as too would his own powers begin to bound with the human as a faint glimmer of honey light briefly sparked around the woman. The strike which he made was intended to begin the process of developing her inner potential, but in order for it to work, she needed to prove to the world around her that she had the will to harbor it. Otherwise, his training would be of no use if she could not develop her own tolerance for pain and will throughout this encounter.

"This world thrives on the supernatural, so your spirit has to prove to the gods themselves that you have the willpower to be suitable of being blessed with strength. So all I want you to do is endure and prove to the bullshit existence we live by that you are worthy."

With one large stomp on the ground, Radioactive sought to have a wave of debris, snow, and ice come crashing down on Lyza like an avalanche from hell.

"In other words: why the fuck do you keep getting up to fight? What the fuck is your reason in your spirit to continue fighting and not live a simple life as a civilian?"