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Even after the disaster in Rapture, Seifer felt quite strongly that there was little he needed to be taught by anyone else. The training he put himself through, he insisted, was more useful than anything any of his instructors had shown him. So if he routinely sparred with the metal armed man Cable it certainly wasn't because he felt he needed the older mans ridiculous advice. No, his reasons were altogether different.
He enjoyed his sparring with Arya and Luke, just as he had with Zell and Zuko when they'd still deigned to fight him and he took great pleasure in winning those duels he did. But he also took pleasure in giving advice and sharing tips, in helping them get better, get harder to spar and so more glorious to beat and more formidable to fight alongside. They were friends as much as they were rivals, and while Seifer had never really distinguished between those two things, one thing Cable wasn't was a friend. In fact Seifer's view of the half metal solider had deteriorated to the point where one of his main aims was to batter the smug bastard into the ground. It was a trick he'd managed to pull off on more than one occasion already but the pleasure it bought him didn't seem to dim.
Because, as much as he hated to admit it, the old man knew how to fight. He put up with the unwanted advice and irritating arrogance because fights with Cable were as tough as those against anyone else on the Island. And he couldn't back away from that challenge. Which was why he was instead attacking it viciously with his gun-blade.
"You're leaving yourself open on your left when you do that," his opponent said evenly, as he pushed away the swipe with his Psimitar.
"Shut up and fight, old man. I don't need your help," Seifer growled as he dodged around to the left.
"Doing well are you?" Cable replied with an annoying smile as he swung out with his weapon. "I'd heard that."
"In fact," the older man added as he moved from defense to attack. "I'd heard you declared yourself in charge of making strategic decisions in Rapture."
"Yeah, well," Seifer responded, trying to not let himself be goaded as he blocked a couple of probing lunges and counter attacked, though the reminder still rankled, "you know me. Always got to be doing something big."
"Yes," Cable smiled and then, psimitar locked against gun-blade, he stepped forward and punched Seifer with his metal fist.
And then as the young blond mercenary, began to topple backwards, he sent the gun-blade flying out of his hand and then pushed him to the floor with another sweep of his arm.
"I told you, you were open on your left," he announced casually as he slipped his psimtar into his belt and drew his gun from its holster. "Sometimes, I wonder if you're listening to me at all."
And when Seifer looked up he saw a hard humorless face pointing a gun at his head.
"Power, Seifer, power over other people is not something you take, it's something you earn. You take people who don't trust you and you convince them they should and you show them what you're planning and you make them want to die for you, want to fight for your idea of the world. Everytime that you misuse power, you end up with less of it. Less people who will follow you, less people who will trust you, less people who will fight for you."
"You think that all that matters is that you're strong," Cable continued as he lowered the gun so it was resting right against the boy's forehead. "But there will always be someone stronger."
"I asked you once, that if I shot you right now and claimed self defense would anyone argue my story, would anyone fight your cause, come after me looking for blood? Because if the answer is still no then you need to think again about what power really is. And you need to rethink quickly, I have little patience with continued stupidity."
And with that he withdrew the gun and put back in it's holster before turning to walk away.
"Do try and remember what I've said this time," he shouted over his shoulder.
And Seifer snarled, "oh, trust me, I'm not going to forget any of this," as he sat in the dirt and watched the other man leave.
(OOC: Teaching, Cable style. Feel free to have your pup overhear as much or as little of that as you would like and they can find either Seifer sitting on the floor stewing things over or Cable walking away happily. Just let me know which one you want.)
He enjoyed his sparring with Arya and Luke, just as he had with Zell and Zuko when they'd still deigned to fight him and he took great pleasure in winning those duels he did. But he also took pleasure in giving advice and sharing tips, in helping them get better, get harder to spar and so more glorious to beat and more formidable to fight alongside. They were friends as much as they were rivals, and while Seifer had never really distinguished between those two things, one thing Cable wasn't was a friend. In fact Seifer's view of the half metal solider had deteriorated to the point where one of his main aims was to batter the smug bastard into the ground. It was a trick he'd managed to pull off on more than one occasion already but the pleasure it bought him didn't seem to dim.
Because, as much as he hated to admit it, the old man knew how to fight. He put up with the unwanted advice and irritating arrogance because fights with Cable were as tough as those against anyone else on the Island. And he couldn't back away from that challenge. Which was why he was instead attacking it viciously with his gun-blade.
"You're leaving yourself open on your left when you do that," his opponent said evenly, as he pushed away the swipe with his Psimitar.
"Shut up and fight, old man. I don't need your help," Seifer growled as he dodged around to the left.
"Doing well are you?" Cable replied with an annoying smile as he swung out with his weapon. "I'd heard that."
"In fact," the older man added as he moved from defense to attack. "I'd heard you declared yourself in charge of making strategic decisions in Rapture."
"Yeah, well," Seifer responded, trying to not let himself be goaded as he blocked a couple of probing lunges and counter attacked, though the reminder still rankled, "you know me. Always got to be doing something big."
"Yes," Cable smiled and then, psimitar locked against gun-blade, he stepped forward and punched Seifer with his metal fist.
And then as the young blond mercenary, began to topple backwards, he sent the gun-blade flying out of his hand and then pushed him to the floor with another sweep of his arm.
"I told you, you were open on your left," he announced casually as he slipped his psimtar into his belt and drew his gun from its holster. "Sometimes, I wonder if you're listening to me at all."
And when Seifer looked up he saw a hard humorless face pointing a gun at his head.
"Power, Seifer, power over other people is not something you take, it's something you earn. You take people who don't trust you and you convince them they should and you show them what you're planning and you make them want to die for you, want to fight for your idea of the world. Everytime that you misuse power, you end up with less of it. Less people who will follow you, less people who will trust you, less people who will fight for you."
"You think that all that matters is that you're strong," Cable continued as he lowered the gun so it was resting right against the boy's forehead. "But there will always be someone stronger."
"I asked you once, that if I shot you right now and claimed self defense would anyone argue my story, would anyone fight your cause, come after me looking for blood? Because if the answer is still no then you need to think again about what power really is. And you need to rethink quickly, I have little patience with continued stupidity."
And with that he withdrew the gun and put back in it's holster before turning to walk away.
"Do try and remember what I've said this time," he shouted over his shoulder.
And Seifer snarled, "oh, trust me, I'm not going to forget any of this," as he sat in the dirt and watched the other man leave.
(OOC: Teaching, Cable style. Feel free to have your pup overhear as much or as little of that as you would like and they can find either Seifer sitting on the floor stewing things over or Cable walking away happily. Just let me know which one you want.)