Chapter 38

The ring was finished with a change of moving the gravel that he had made into a remember of ring, tying to have the same color in a ring shape, with markers for each of his body lengths. The ground was as close to white as he could possibly manage with black ones turned into the lines. The outside was just crushed stone, making it a mix of colors on the outside. When he places his feet on the ground, it just feels write.

He takes his time to sit down, letting his eyes close to let himself clear himself as possible. Being in his center, it made connecting to what made his power possible easier. He could draw in the energy easily, and know that it wouldn't be hard to recover it. Nothing would be lost inside, just changed was the feeling he got. It was moments before the first thoughts to practice came through. Pressing the familiar form of needles, compressing and thinning, making them perfectly sealed up. Only a strand of awareness is connected to the mass of ice that was floating above his head.

He brings the shard in front of him, staring at the needle, taking in how sharp the point is, only the point, making it obvious if something smashed it from the side, and didn't let the energy keep heading straight, it wouldn't hurt. That wasn't really a problem, he could tell only the quickest of opponents might have the chance to avoid it, or at least, that is what he should know. His next moment tossing the needle with the same force as when he had fought the rats. It slammed right into the target, the sound of shattering ice was the only noise.

The target was about 20-25 lengths, the distance wasn't hard to reach, but it made his injury twitch in phantom pain. His hand moves to his side, eyes squinted a little, and soon reaching the target. Seeing a scuff in the center of the target, the mark was only on the surface. The fact that the target didn't let him see how much damage made him frown. There wasn't anything to truly simulate the reaction of a body being pierced by the thin needles. He squints his eyes, trying to think about what he could make as a better target.

It wasn't to hard, figuring out the fact that maybe using clay would work best. The target was quickly changed out and he tested it, happy with the fact it now let it sink in. He gives the same hits, watching as the needles piercing a few inches. Moving back to have some target practice, taking out some of his frustration, falling into a rhythm as needle after needle pierces the target. The wet clay was soon solid taking in temperature of the needles. It was a steady stream, reaching a few hundred before it smashes the target into shards of frozen clay bomb.

It was satisfactory, knowing that his current technique worked well for himself. A sigh escapes his lips, knowing he got distracted, practicing with it was good, but only having needles wasn't good. He sighs, once again pulling out the needle, moving it in front of his face, flattening it, forming a small little plate, thinking to turn the edges sharp, but he ignores it for now. Something to protect himself was needed, and would probably help him avoid getting scratched.

He realizes, there is nothing that he would be able to test the plate. That made him blank, wondering if there might be something better then what he had thought up for a practice, maybe the humans had a possible way to improve his new training area. For now, he was just trying to practice what he could. Taking his times, he forms more plates again, taking care to form as many as he would in a fight.

It wasn't a large amount, 3 plates no both sides, he could potentially use them to protect his vitals. Something that would definitely protect him, but would not be good in a drawn out fight, or even a good group.

It made him close his eyes in thought, trying to decide how to fight a group, the worry about being surrounded was making him try to decide on something that could help. He sighs and rests his head on his palm, thinking about just what might help him. That was solved thinking of how the ice could shatter like glass.

The size of his previous attacks were designed to save as much meat as possible. But he didn't actually need that, he should be performing the cheapest overkill as possible. The previous spear form that Azure and Lapis had been playing with came to mind. The size would be perfect to turn into shrapnel, their would be enough to burst like a mirror dropped on the ground.

Taking the time to ensure the tip was pointed, and the shaft looked to be bulging conspicuous. If someone was smart enough to realize, they would probably run. He smashes the spear into his target, watching the shaft splinter, heading straight on the first time, slamming forward into the target. He spent the next couple of hours refining it, trying to get the spear to shatter the way that he had wanted to see. Hoping to see an explosion of ice like a flower blooming.