A cool breeze skimmed the side of Endir's face, raising the hairs on the back of his neck, it was rare to catch wind rustling leaves at the time of year, let alone in Syliras itself. Endir stood motionless in one of the many open-roofed sections of the Antinous Training Grounds, his face was gleaming with perspiration from the strenuous exercise that took place moments ago and his fingers were wrapped around a blunted steel bastard-sword, its use was clearly specified for training routines.
Endir rolled his shoulders backwards, stretching out the aching muscles in his torso and then making absent adjustments to the old plate armour he had secured tightly across his figure. With a deep breath, Endir stepped forward into a violent swing, his blade thrusting outwards into the air and then making several other consecutive strikes to various locations around his body. The movements weren't overly precise and it could be assumed this wasn't a rehearsed display. Endir's movements were somewhat sketchy in comparison with the other Knights of the order, but then again, Endir wasn't a Knight, only a Squire. The slashing and swiping began to feel slightly pointless to Endir at this point, he knew he was trying to successfully orchestrate various moves he'd learned over the past year in a string of attacks, yet the feeling of disappointment continued to creep up on him.
"I need someone to fight." Endir muttered in annoyance with himself, after brining the display to a halt.
Lowering his sword arm, Endir took a glance around at his surroundings, he stood in a somewhat flat field, a dozen meters or so in length and width, the grass was at ankle height and gently swayed in what little breeze this stereotypical summers day had to offer. Glancing around a little more, Endir stood stationary, looking slightly defeated.
