Cyrus couldn't help but laugh a little “ so not the greatest flyer,” he said “ follow me corbin!” he said flying off at a slower pace, he was taking him to a training field he himself practiced at.
Corbin flushed a bit in embarrassment and laughed weakly as he followed along behind Cyrus. He liked flying, sure, but he was clearly a bit unfamiliar with it.
Cyrus seemed to notice this and fell back a bit. He took Corbin's hand to steady him. “ keep your wings in time when you flap, it will keep you level and on a straight path.” he spoke up.
Corbin tried his best to follow the instructions, faltering in the air before his flight smoothed out a bit. He held his arms out for balance, seeming nervous every time he wavered. "S-Sorry…"
“ no, it's okay keep trying, you'll get it,” he said sweetly “ trust me, I'll catch you if you fall,” he said. Cyrus kept his hand in Corbin's, making sure the poor boy didn't end up on his back. Only certain breeds, for instance, hummingbirds and some parrots could fly backward or flip themselves over after being thrown on their backs. Since he didn't know exactly what breed corbin was he wanted to keep him upright and flying.
Corbin held tightly to Cyrus' hand, flapping his wings and continuing to move forward as well as he could. "I couldn't fly as a kid since my wings were delayed in growing, s-so… um… I'm a little behind…"
“ I can tell, I'll help as much as I can but I'm An trained flyer so I have no idea where your level is” he explained.
"I don't really know either… my dad is kinda in the same boat. He crushed his wings when he was a kid, so he couldn't fly at all until my papa fixed his wings. From what I heard, that was… a pretty painful procedure." Corbin sighed and wobbled again, tightening his grip on Cyrus.
Cyrus looked at his when he tighter his grip “ almost there..” he said and listened to his story “ my dad got his wings shot, now he just does groundwork.”
"Yeah, that's what happened to my dad. Shot down by a duck hunter. Then they banished him when he was eight because he wasn't… wasn't useful anymore." Corbin was tilting a bit as he flew, growing more nervous as he struggled to correct himself.
“ easy..” Cyrus said softly, if he needed he’d fly under the boy and put him on his chest to let the other's wings rest. “ I'm sorry for your dad, “
"Y-Yeah… he's doing good now, though. He can fly now since papa fixed his wings…" Corbin clung to Cyrus' hand as he started losing altitude, flapping his wings harder to try and stay up.
Cyrus acted quickly, flipping onto his back and pulling Corbin onto his chest. Cyrus kept his chest level with the others and kept flying backwards. “ mhm,” he said still listening
Corbin held tightly to Cyrus, looking tired and a bit embarrassed that he wasn't very good at flying. "U-Um… he… uh… he was on the streets for a month or two before my grandpa picked him up… then he lived with him for a while before… um… b-before my grandpa adopted him…"
Cyrus nodded, “ sounds like gramps is a good man, “ he said. He looked down to the ground “ we’re here,” he said
"Yeah, he's great… he acts all tough and grumpy, but he's just a big softie." Corbin sighed softly in relief when he was back on solid ground, taking a moment to regain his balance. "I go visit him pretty often."
“ okay,” he said and went off in a small space. He came back his two sticks shaped like katanas “ catch” he said lightly throwing one to Corbin
Corbin managed to catch the stick, seeming a bit startled by it. "Ah… um… what exactly are we going to do with these?" He asked, confused.
Cyrus smiled “ I’m teaching you to defend yourself. Your the son of an angel so, you should be taught.”
"Oh, I know some of that already… dad wanted me to do this sort of thing since he was trained in battle from a young age. Papa was worried it wouldn't be safe, though." Corbin shifted his stance and his grip on the katana so he was more prepared to spar.
Cyrus gave a determined smile and attacked quickly. He let a constant pressure of corbin to stay active “ now keep up with a blue jay.”
Corbin tilted his 'sword' to block, planting his feet so he wouldn't be pushed back. It was definitely difficult to spar with someone so much bigger and more experienced than he was, but he wasn't going to give up so easily. He then looked for an opening to counter the attack.
Cyrus kept moving, using the colors in his wings as a distraction to corbin. Though what he was doing was flashing a weakness. His eings where strong when flying but weak when idle
Corbin tried to block again, but he gasped in pain and dropped his weapon. He cradled his injured wrist in his other hand and raised his wings to try and shield himself from Cyrus so he wouldn't get hurt.
Cyrus flinched and dropped his wooden sword “ corbin! Oh fuck! I'm sorry!” he said quickly “ I totally forgot!” he continued with a worried tone. He rushed to help the boy.
"I'm fine! I'm fine… m-my wrist just hurts… it's no big deal, really…!" Corbin insisted, his wings still held up in a protective position. "I-I just never put the brace on it… it's okay."
“ corbin! No wonder it's weak!” he said standing up. Cyrus checked the time and picked corbin up, taking a leaping start with taking off “ I'm taking you home to go get a brace on, the injury will only get worse”
Corbin sighed softly, still cradling his wrist as Cyrus took off with him. "I'm sorry… I-I didn't mean to mess up things." He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to relax.
“you're fine corbin, you should have said something or I wouldn't have gone so hard on you. “ he said, he held corbin close and rubbed his back, he could sense the other getting a little overwhelmed
Corbin relaxed a bit in Cyrus' arms, but he still seemed uneasy. "Mm… hopefully I have a brace at home… we'll have to go get one if I don't and I don't wanna go out…"
