Different Strengths

"Huh? What are you talking about? You were grabbed because of me and passed out from shock. There was no way I could leave you like that!" Yren said, still shocked by Kimora's scream.

"I hate you! I am always mean to you!" Kimora yelled at him, but Yren shrugged.

"I can see that, and I noticed, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't save you," Yren said like it was the only possible answer.

Kimora gritted her teeth and turned her glare on the boy. He was supposed to be a weak human, but he was different.

The boy moved like the wind, flowed like water, and was as strong as the earth with a fire in his eyes she had never witnessed. How could someone like him even look at a frail child like her?

"What is wrong with you?" Kimora demanded.

"Huh?" Yren asked and walked over to a black and red chair that matched the rest of the room's decor.

This didn't seem like it was going to be over fast, and Yren was tired. The wine did not help, and he was getting tired of sitting.

"You carried me, right?" Kimora demanded, making Yren reel back in shock.

"Hey, Hey, Hey! I didn't do anything to you while I did!" Yren said to defend himself, but that only made her madder.

"What?! No, you idiot! You felt how frail my body is, I am useless!" Kimora screamed, and Yren finally understood.

Clyde had told him that the person Kimora hated the most was really herself, and her weak body. There might be a way around it though; a person's strength wasn't always measured with the power of a strike.

"So? Do you think your mother's strength is the only kind?" Yren asked, and Kimora narrowed her eyes at him.

"Of course it is! What else is there?!" Kimora growled at Yren and he gave a placating smile while placing his palms towards her.

"How about we just settle down first, and have a conversation without yelling?" Yren asked.

"Fine!" Kimora growled, crossing her arms, but Yren narrowed his eyes at her.

Yren had helped many people study, and one thing that he had learned was if a person was actually listening. Arms crossed meant she was going to be lost in her own thoughts, and not hear half of what he was going to say.

"Uncross your arms, and pay attention!" Yren demanded in a level voice, making Kimora reel back in shock, throwing up her arms.

Yren kept his gaze fixed on her. If she was going to work with him in the future, this attitude was going to have to go, or they would never get anywhere.

"Fine, now tell me what this other strength is?!" Kimora demanded, and Yren rolled his eyes; this was not going to be easy.

Goranth, Siegfried's father, had taught him about different kinds of strengths and explained the importance of understanding them all. Each person had strengths

"There are many types. The most basic is love, the strength to love anyone, no matter what others say or think. The next is brute, the strength of your swings, and your ability to physically dominate. Then there is speed, using momentum and the weight of the weapons you use to your advantage. Magic is another form of-" Yren explained, but Kimora cut him off.

"I can't use spells," Kimora said plainly.

"Really?!" Yren asked in surprise.

"What? Why are you excited?" Kimora demanded, eyes growing.

Yren couldn't help but notice how pretty her golden eyes were. Thinking about it, Yren was sure that his fathers were the same and must be a demon trait.

"I can't either, but as long as you have it, there are other ways to use it, even without skills. Since you can't use magic, then the next one is for you. You are right to say your body is frail and that you can't swing a sword or dodge with great speed, but you are not playing into your strengths. You are using someone else's," Yren explained, but Kimora narrowed her eyes at him.

"Then what is the last kind of power?" Kimora asked, starting to show some interest.

"There are other strengths, but accuracy will be the best fit for you," Yren explained, but that seemed to make Kimora mad.

"A bow? How am I supposed to pull that back with these frail arms?!" Kimora demanded, and Yren groaned.

"Stop being a defeatist! Your giving up before you start! You are stronger than you know! You know that is something both of you have in common!" Yren grumbled, wiping a hand over his face.

"You don't know what it's like! You are good at everything from what I can see, and you are strong in a way I have never seen! How would you know anything about me!" Kimora screamed.

Yren stood up and stormed over to stand at the edge of Kimora's bed, towering over her. He knew this wouldn't be easy, but fighting him at every turn wasn't going to work.

Yren wasn't sure why he cared so much, but he couldn't leave things like this. That stupid Demon and his she-Devil of a wife were forcing him into this, so he would have to do his best.

"Tomorrow, you will be coming with me, and we will start training. I will show you how to be strong, and then you can decide if you can do it or not. Once I finish working with your sister, I will come to get you, do you understand?" Yren told Kimora.

Kimora was not sure how it had come to this, but suddenly she was powerless to refuse this man. He looked weak, but when he was close to her Kimora felt like she was standing next to a mountain.

"Fine," Kimora said, looking away, and Yren nodded. The man turned and left the room without another word, and Kimora watched him leave, still in shock, and filled with emotions she had never felt before.