Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24487330-20150812194308/@comment-24487330-20150821222711

((Guh, sorry about the wait. I've been very lethargic lately, but I'm trying my best to pull myself out of it.))

The training room was about as well-furbished as one might expect of one of the four Huntsman academies: a very large space for plenty of flexibility whether sparring or solo training, with adjoining storerooms stocked with practice weaponry and dummy targets. Not too far from the entrance was the Faunus boy, Clyde, with whom Camo had arranged his meeting. As he approached, the archer shook his hand politely, inwardly noting the strength in his grip even in such a simple gesture.

"Yeah, sorry for the wait," said Camo, though he hadn't actually checked yet to learn whether or not he was, in fact, on time. It just seemed like the polite thing to say, and manners were another thing the archer knew he had to improve. After removing his quiver from his back and setting it down out of the way, he asked, "So, uh...where do you think we should start? I'm not sure how much there is to know about fighting hand-to-hand, but I'm not as strong as most kids my age, so...is there a certain style or something that might work more effectively...?"