Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140219023248/@comment-11588669-20140222043344

They stepped into what had to be the most lavish training room he'd ever seen. Even the freakin bolts were silver. The sheer gaudiness was enough that he could feel his brain cells committing suicide. Shaking his head, Winter looked at his charge, and gave her a nod to go train. And he began to scope out the area, finding a suitable spot. He was well within range of coming to Serene's aid.

He withdrew his weapon from his back, twirling it so the single edged longsword showed. The gleaming near-black blade matched his eyes, and the edge was honed to a razor sharpness. The first training dummy stepped forward.

He lopped its head off, and continued walking. Another started walking, and with a flick of his wrist, fell with a knife embedded into its faceplate.

''If this is how they train, it's no wonder half the fights look staged. Then again, this isn't exactly a legal practice. But, they've bribed so many people, and it's basically ignored.''