Dance with the devil

Cyril let go of Grim, "OKAY NOW KICK."

Grim fell as Cyril released his mental grip and when he was out of the cloud he round house kicked the air, and when he did the lightning that had entered his body was sent to his leg and multiplied the speed of his kick, his leg was engulfed in sparks as he finished the kick. Once on the ground he dusted himself off, "how was that?"

"That was great. I can't believe you just let me throw you up there." Cyril was laughing.

Grim stared at Cyril, "I trusted you."

"Yup! And now you know Lightning Kick! Sort of!"

"cool, whats next?" Grim asked.

"Go Lightning Kick that tree over there." Cyril pointed at the aforementioned tree.

Grim walked over to the tree and looked it up and down. Grim reared back his leg and then summoned the latent lightning in his body, his leg became engulfed in sparks and he then upper kicked the tree. The tree shook and some leaves fell from its branches. Grim continued this process for about nine more times to make it an even ten.

"Oh whoa, you actually have electricity and stuff in your kicks. That's pretty neat." Cyril, nor anyone he knew, actually had electricity in their kicks. Well, except for Emily.

"well I guess thats what happens when youTHROUGH SOME ONE INTO A COUD! Any way, whats gonna happen next." Grim asked.

"Hell if I know, I'm not some oracle," Cyril said, misinterpreting what Grim meant.

"Oh. Wait. You meant in your training. Okay. Er... go... do... ballet. Yeah. Go take up ballet." Cyril said firmly. [100 words]

Grim didn’t want to do ballet, he was a man, and furthermore he was a demon no one wants to see that. Grim was approached by a little seraphim girl, “hello sir, we need someone to fill in for our ballet residual, will you help?” the little girl looked very sad.
“Fine.” Grim put on some ballet shoes and performed at the residual. Surprisingly everyone loved it. Grim walked back up to Cyril and looked very dissatisfied. “Cyril, we will never speak of this again, do you understand me, never.” Grim sat on the ground and though about what he had done.
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"Grim that was beautiful," Cyril mimed wiping away a tear, "I've never seen such a graceful hooded figure before!" Cyril was all about some gracefulness, yo. "Do you know if you can learn Rush?"

"I already now it." Grim showed Cyril, Grim rushed at the tree and kicked it.

"What abboooooout.... spirit ball?"

Grim didn't know that one, "sounds interesting, what do I have to do?"

"Okay first, cup your hands together." Cyril commanded.

Grim cupped his hands as Cyril instructed.

"Now do some ballet." Cyril instructed with all seriousness.

"Dang it, I thought we would never speak of this again. what ever." Grim started dancing around while still holding his hands together in a cupped form.

"Now take all that grace and pour it into your ki and form a ball." Cyril hid a smile.

"I hate you so much, and I see that smile." Grim focused his grace into a ball of Ki, it was perfectly flawless, smooth, and beautiful.

"Cool. Now shoot it somewhere."

Grim had been useing the tree for stress releif so he through the ball at the tree. A small indention appeared in the trunk. Grim was astonished at how the ball had magnified his power. "wow, did you see that?"

"Heh, yeah. A dent. Why don't we try that again?" Cyril suggested.