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[Revy Hiroe]

76th day Spring, 516AV

Revy was visiting the training grounds, as per usual. Clad in her plate armor, carrying her glaive, shield and longsword. She found herself using her glaive more lately, as it did have a better range then her greatsword. However, she couold not rely on her experiences with her longsword at all. She had to find out everything herself as she was too stubborn to ask one of the instructors for help. She hadn't had either of the instructors help her out, but she'd seen their attitude with others. It wasn't something she could handle. At most they'd clash and that wouldn't be healthy for either of them.

The woman dropped her shield and longsword close to the dummies, where she could keep a bit of an eye on them. She was maintaining her sword a lot better nowadays, cleaning it properly and having it mended every so often. When she started out as a mercenary, she didn't quite pay heed to that. If it hadn't been for others to tell her to have her weapon maintained, she would have broken this sword a long time ago.

After removing the scabbard off of the blade of her glaive, she got into position in front one of the dummies. It was quite battered and worn. Well, it's what one could expect if it was used daily. Revy regularly picked this particular dummy, as it was more to the side of the area. Repeated heavy strikes and quick jabs would wear down anything. Espeically if those hits were made with heavy weapons like greatswords or glaives.

She took up position in front of the dummy. Her right foot facing forwards. She had right hand halfway up the shaft, her left at the base. As per usual she started with a few quick jabs, varying their angle of impact. She did this by pushing the glaive with her left hand, letting it slide through her right. She adjusted the angle of impact, by moving her right. She could alter the place of impact faster if she moved her left, but she'd lose a little bit of power behind it.

[Imass]

GARONN

Imass' Dark Brother stood on the side-lines of the training grounds taking a quick breather from all the sparring.

He was wearing half-plate, because he wasn't conditioned yet for the high-tempo cardio. At the rate he was recovering, it would take the rest of the season for him to overcome his weakness.

Despite his situation, it didn't mean the Akalak couldn't fight or train; his racial origins had blessed him with strength and toughness. Also it was a good thing for him to take a break from watching Alexander Faircroft's every move. The few hours free from that responsibility allowed him to focus entirely on rebuilding all the skills he had lost from three years of imprisonment during the war.

Splashing water over his head, Garonn was satisfied with his break. Scanning the area for his next spar, he spotted a feminine figure wearing full plate and practicing strikes with a glaive on a dummy. Unlike the Light Brother, the Dark Brother cared not for rank, status, nor Syliran politics at all when choosing a sparring partner. Much to Imass' detest, Garonn power walked with a motive towards the training dummies.

The woman wielding the glaive didn't notice the blue-skinned warrior at first, but when she did he smiled revealing a row of broken teeth. One of his eyes was lazy and his forehead protruding from a battle injury during the Campaign.

Slamming his visor down with a thud, Garonn didn't say a word, he didn't have to; he pounded his fists together causing his gauntlets to crunch loudly. Next he drew his bastard sword tossing the scabbard off to the side.

Leading with his left foot, Garonn held the blade pointed straight up and over his head with a two-handed grip.

This will be good, never exchanged with a glaive...

[Revy Hiroe]

The woman still was not satisfied with her control over her glaive. She still sometimes lost control of it and that ended up with her hitting the dummy not with the force she wanted. If it had been a fight, she'd be on the ground with her guts spilled all over the place. The thought of that made her only that moe determined to get better with this bloody weapon of hers.

The woman sensed someone closing in on her, but she chose to ignore it at first. After all, that man or woman might just pass her and walk who knows where. But no, that guy stopped behind her. Did she really have to deal with other people today? Couldn't she just train in peace? Heaving a sigh, she turned around. Slinging her glaive on her shoulder, she took a relaxed stance as if saying, what'cha want.

His blatant attempt at intimidating her was hilarious to say the least. All he did was just slam those overgrown fists of his together. She didn't feel any pressure coming from him. Could it be that she got used to it, or was this guy just not used to projecting his intent? Well, she guessed she'd better show him how he had to do it. To her, projecting her killing intent was easy. More then just a few squires wanted to run away each time she did so. That much she could read in their eyes. But to be fair to them, most of them were young, very young in the woman's eyes.

Taking a deep breath, she gathered her focus. Shifting her stance into a simple left foot leading, left halfway up the shaft and right hand at the base she projected her killing intent as a cold wave. If she was going to fight, she was going to pull out all the stops. This guy had to be taught a lesson. If she was to fight at her best, without holding back, she'd thrown her glaive to the side and drawn her longsword. But this guy didn't look like much. Just in case she activated her gnosis, letting Myri's gift flow throughout her body. Now it was his turn to act. "Let's see what he'll do.", she thought as she started to smirk.