Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13172690-20140626025213/@comment-11588669-20140702045028

Nox stepped into the training room, and looked around. Spacious, and with little cover...

''Good. I have room to move...''

His footfalls near silent, the male strode to the center of the room, and began his stretches. It didn't take very long. Years of combat and training by his mentor had taught the mercenary a few ways to make sure his muscles were limber. The main thing for him was that he never locked his body until he got hit by blunt trauma. At that point, tensing up help loosened the impact. Blades...well, that was different.

When he finished, Nox stood, and drew his sword with his right hand, his footlong techknife in his left. Nightfall was a...different sort of blade. It had a decent crossguard, but the actual cutting surface was single edged, instead of double. Unusual for a straight blade. His techknife on the otherhand was a more menacing weapon: A six inch long handle with a foot long blade, serrated down the backside for the last six inches. A brutal weapon, yet the way he held it was with a grip of finesse.

Nox clearly knew how to weild his weapons, and it showed as he spun through a few motions with them.