Jaydan's reaction left the stallion a little puzzled. He watched the gelding's eyes glaze over, watched him lift himself to the air, and linger, hovering. Azzuen was concerned, but as the hybrid's hooves touched the ground once more, he seemed to gather himself again, and pledged himself to the fight. The General could see the dangerous resolve of the gelding, and admired that he could devote himself to the cause so readily. He nodded, accepting the words, and their meaning. The golden-tipped steed Midas spoke next, and Azzuen had to smile as he nodded, glad to have at least two helpful comrades by his side.

Then two mares arrived, each with a foal by their side, and Azzuen could not resist pulling upon his magic that allowed him to more deeply consider the scent of the second one, who appeared to be a unicorn yet held a curious feather in her mane. Whispers of a daughter to his brother - a niece to him - could this creatures, Tares, be her? Lost within himself for a moment, he drank her scent, and smiled at the familiar blood he could detect. Yes, this was Cirrus' cousin, his niece. A warm nicker rolled from his throat, as he nodded to both Aure and Tares, happily welcoming their support.

Hector was an imposing figure, and while Azzuen's nose held its enhanced abilities he was able to derive the three species that stained his blood, that made him the giant he was. He nodded to the stallion, offering a small smile in welcome with it. "The war will be fought against unicorns, Hector, in lands whose borders have a vast number of trees, but is edged by cliffs that fall away to the sea. Practice against your horn, and yours too Jaydan, would be beneficial I think, to our warriors." He gestured to the blue Jaydan in his speech, but his gaze was invariably drawn back to Tares.

"Tares," He began, only just know piecing together that her name was given to him by Aure - that they were mates. He didn't have time to ponder over the possibility of it all. "We share familiar blood. My brother, Voltaic, was your father, I believe? Cirrus here, is your cousin, and second cousin to Alisier and Adoxa." It was amazing just how quickly a family could grow, amazing and thrilling. The young yearling filly that huddled beside her father reached out to her cousin with a shy maw, whickering lowly to the colt nearby too. She was quietly excited to learn just how far the blood of her grandmother had stretched.

"I thank you all for your enthusiasm. Even if you do not wish to fight, I urge you to train with us today, so that you can continue you training and better defend our lands. It would be good for some of us to linger behind, as there is nothing more prone than a land whose warriors are fighting battles upon foreign turf." He spoke warmly, loudly, addressing all who had gathered with firm tones that befitted his rank. Spreading his wings, exposing their massive, giant size, he stepped back a little bit, to give himself room.

"Those with wings, I want you to make sure you are fit to use them to the best of their potential. Stretching and flapping it essential, and should be done more than twice a day if one truly longs to master the skies." Here, he began to slowly flap his wings, scooping air up and throwing it at the crowd. He chuckled, hoping that his display did not ruffle too many feathers in the group. He continued beating his wings, however, until he was a couple of feet above the ground. Then, he ceased beating them, and abruptly landed on his sturdy hooves once more. Slowly, he stretched the wings out, again to their full height, then sideways each, before folding them back to his sides. When folded, the true magnitude of their size appeared diminished.

"Exercises like those, practiced for extended periods, will give your wings muscle mass, strength to handle when the winds shift unexpectedly, and when you must pull yourself out of a dive." He explained, knowing that there was plenty of other reasons why one should want strong muscles holding their wings up. He thought that what he was saying was quite obvious to most of them, however, and so pushed on. Leaning around his own wings, he pulled from them a wooden spear, tipped with a silver arrowhead. Grinning, he plunged the tip into the sand.

"To everyone, whether you possess wings, horns or none, you need to get fit. I want your endurance to be ever-lasting, your speed to be faster than a swift breeze, and your strength to be able to shift mountains." Was it too much to demand? Of course it was. But if he made them aim for higher than they could ever possibly achieve, they would at least get to an acceptable minimum strength in a relatively swift time. "This means running, races, spars, obstacle courses - everything. Repetition will make your muscles remember the actions, make it a ritual part of your life, it will be something to help you survive through the ages."

With a snort, the stallion lunged forward and grabbed his spear, before taking off at breakneck speed into the group. Then, with agility unexpected of his size, he weaved himself between everyone, at last throwing his spear high into the air, emerging on the other side of the group, spanning, and unfurling his wings, before leaping up and catching his spear above them. Puffing slightly from his acrobatic, energetic display, he then landed before them once more, in his original stance, and announced.

"Begin! Pair off, to a partner you are unfamiliar with. Alisier and Adoxa, you can both train with Cirrus."




[ Ok, ya'll are welcome to RP out whatever you like, feel free to powerplay Azzuen continuing to give your characters tip etc. If anyone would like to specifically pair up with Azz let me know, however for the most part he is being a 'personal trainer' to everyone :-) ]