Like Oil & Water IV | (Zeek)

He walked.

Patience? He didn't know him. Not anymore. The young Demon Weapon was tired. He had been training nonstop since he got to Death Weapon Meister Academy and to see little no progress was frustrating! He was still a one star Demon Weapon. He had been on but one mission, he had attended but one classes both which were not of his fault but at the schools slow pace. Did they figure everyone just wanted to be 'ordinary' and 'regular'. Why did they not have advanced courses or curriculum for those of which the wanted more rigorous instructions and a faster progression.

This was madness.

He walked.

His pace quickened. There was nothing he could do without the staffs approval, without the schools allowance. The hunting of kishin eggs outside of DWMA's supervision was strictly forbidden. He was stuck, at a standstill, idle. And there was only so much that training could do. He was beyond frustrated he was.... distorted.

It hurt.

He felt like he was failing himself and his clan. They were still unknown. Unrepresented.

He cringed.

His legs felt heavy, his breathing quickened as he walked toward and now into the dance studio. His mind was made up. He would gain prestige, he would gain notoriety, and most importantly he would gain strength. Even if he had to fight and beat every other person at the damn academy to do it.

Inside the studio was none other than Zeek, the demon Axe. Someone who Drake had met several times at the academy and even met before he came to the DWMA. This Demon Weapon was like him. Autonomous.

Strong.

Independent.

He too must feel the same frustration that Drake felt. Progressing so slow and dismal that you felt as if all your efforts were amounting to the same as those that put in no effort at all. He too knew... Drake was sure of it. His anger had took him and with that the only rational and logic thought that occupied the Demon Shields head was to break every limit and remove every obstacle. The student before him would prove to be a fine stepping stone.

With cold retaliation the blue eyed Demon Weapon softly spoke with a lacing over malice, "Move... You're in my way."

And with that the Demon Weapon stepped forward, his left foot extending forward for firm stability while the right foot swept around in a quick powerful sidekick aimed for the Zeek's torso as he stood facing him. Drake's arms motioned toward his torso in order to balance himself in the assault. Zeek was beginning to become Drake's, 'Fight-On-Sight' buddy in a sense. For every time they saw each other they just clashed...

Never mixed.

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