Stingray
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Lydia
Lydia wanted to go with Arryn, but she understood why she needed to stay. Creating an orb of energy, Lydia held it out and it split into two orbs as it floated over to Arryn and the Vulpix. A second later they were teleported away as Lydia mentally said, "Good luck," to the pair. Lydia was alone except for the Fletchling. Taking off the outer cloak and putting down her staff Lydia sat in her mediation position on the soft green grass. She wanted to help, but her role was to wait for the others to return. As she mediated she considered what she had said to Arryn, and the words of both her now dead mentor and Masumi.
Standing up slowly Lydia closed her eyes and focused on her memories of past lessons.
Speed and precision is the key to this fighting style. Evade and block and create openings then strike like an Arboc, aiming for the pressure point… Your agility and speed are amazing, and how you use your abilities to augment them further means you should be able to outmatch any normal human… Keep practicing you were off target again, remember precision is the key… Settle down you will gain accuracy; just because the basic movements come easy to you doesn't mean everything should…
Lydia entered a stance she had not used in years. She then began to practice the movements as best as she could. The fighting style was rare as it was difficult to master, and was only usable if mastered. To an outsider Lydia looked almost like she was dancing around with her hands and feet darting out suddenly at random intervals. Her fingers formed a knife like blade instead of a fist and they relied on a precision strike to sensitive areas of an opponent to be effective. Her lack of practice meant she was rusty and she knew her movements were off. She might have looked good as she attacked air, but if she fought a real opponent she would be in trouble. She could revert back to the other easier fighting style she had been taught, but that one would likely evoke the same problems as before. So she would learn to master this one instead, or at least try.
Despite the fact she was practicing a fighting form, it brought a smile to her face. Memories of hours of drill and practice with the old master filled her mind. She missed him, he had been a father to her. He had taken her in and treated her like she was his own. He taught her about the forest, about Pokemon, and the elegant art of self-defense. He seemed to focus more on self-defense despite it being Lydia's least favorite lesson, but now she understood why: He wanted her to be safe. He knew his days were coming to an end, and that Lydia was scared to use her offensive powers. So he drilled her hours on end, and even sparred with her. She always accused him of trying to make her violent, but he continued to make her practice. He was right though, she needed to know how to defend herself for he was not around anymore to protect her.
Finishing up the exercise, Lydia bowed respectfully to the air before folding her legs underneath her body so she could meditate once again. She needed some time to think about what actions she needed to take. She had been protected and hidden away from the world for too long. The other Hybrids were more powerful than her, but their minds were weaker. They resorted to using their strength first, instead of seeking alternatives before attacking. She was the opposite; she only sought alternatives, and had allowed herself to become weak. She needed to seek the balance between the two, strong both in body and mind. To understand when to seek a peaceful solution, but have the strength to strike when she had no other option. She would need to learn from the others as well as herself to find such balance.