Fresh Glass of Milk {Murphy}

@"King"

Laughter echoed around the clearing for nearly a minute before he managed to regain his composure. Of course, of COURSE Milk tamed the hell beast that damn near killed her. He wiped the tears from his eyes and shook his head, "You are one of the most singular people I've met, Milk. Most people wouldn't consider trying to tame a creature that attempted to kill them less than a month ago. What's his...er, or her name?"

@"King"

Murphy just stared at her for a while, as if waiting for her to laugh and tell him the bear's real name. When it became apparent that its name really was just 'Bear' he sighed and grinned. Apparently she had the same amount of imagination when it came to names as she did everything else.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Bear." he bowed to the beast before turning back to the rock. "I assume you're taught him not to attack students on sight? Er, the school DOES know about this...right?" he gave a hesitant jab towards the boulder, waiting for her to reply. She was an assistant teacher, which gave her some leeway, but she was so straightforward that he wasn't sure if she understood the bureaucracy that may be involved. Was Bear a pet? A student? Another assistant teacher?

@"King"

"'s long as he stays in the forbidden forest and doesn't go wandering towards the school proper I guess that works. Students shouldn't really be wandering out here anyway yeah?" He returned his focus to the task at hand, tapping the rock lightly with each strike. Milk had referred to punching the rock as 'strength training' but attempting to force his way through the rock at the same pace as her had failed spectacularly. As long as he kept up speed and motion he'd continue building up strength in his arms without further damaging his knuckles.

Every now and then he sneaked a glance at the sparring pair, interested in seeing if the bear knew how to 'pull it's punches' rather than just try to kill the woman outright.

@"King"

Fifteen minutes into the training, Murphy stopped punching the rock and just watched Bear and Milk fight. While it was certainly a fight it seemed to him that they weren't going all out, though that may have been due to the cracked rib that the latter had mentioned earlier.

He fished out a water bottle and drank deeply. The Bear certainly had strength, but it lacked the agility needed to actually hit Milk. If their last bout was anything to go by, Milk was a match for it when she was disregarding defense, it was doubtful that the creature would actually pose much of a threat now that she was ready for it.

Still, hell of a thing to watch.

@"King"

Murphy took another sip of water as the battle raged on. It was getting fiercer with every blow, but half an hour later he sighed and leaned back. While it was informative and interesting to watch them fight, it also caused him a certain amount of frustration. Milk's power gave her supernatural toughness and strength, while the bear had both naturally. Regarding himself there was only so much training could do to improve his physical ability, especially since he was picking it up this late in his life.

He shook his head quickly. There was no point in being upset over his own limitations. Everyone had traits to which they were more suited. He just had to do what he'd always done, find a way to alter the situation to his advantage. Murphy began watching the fight again, but focused on the fighters individually rather than the fight as a whole.