Aaron groaned as his daily regiment of exercise drew ever closer... He didn't WANT to train today... He was too tired to go smack around a dummy for an hour... He honestly tried to think of any reason he could believe that he'd need to stay around his cabin. Tidying up? He did that last night while he tried to beat his insomnia. Cleaning up his cabin-mate's stuff? While he certainly could with all the garbage they tossed about, he was almost certain that would start something when they inevitably couldn't find something of theirs. What about grabbing extra breakfast? And have to risk running into random people thinking the same thing?
No... His path was set... Greeeeeeeeeat.
Aaron sighed heavily, grabbing his claymore out from under his bed, then his kopis which he kept under his pillow at night. Strapping his claymore to his back and his sword to his hip, he set out for the arena, hoping that the adrenaline rush that came with this work out would help mute the ever-numbing exhaustion that was born from his sleeplessness. Walking into the large sword-fighting arena, Aaron found that, besides a few others keeping to their own devices, he was the only one here. Well... that was good, at least. Now he didn't have to share a dummy... Though... he had to wonder where everyone else had gone. Perhaps they were taking it easy today... maybe screwing around with the forge. It could even be possible they were fighting some monsters even!
...Whatever. He was too tired to care. The real question was: What would he start with first? Claymore... or Kopis? He looked at the armored dummy, a straw scare-crow like man in a suit of metal, looking over the chinks in the joints and face... Perhaps he'd use is Kopis first... He felt more in control with a smaller, more maneuverable blade. He'd test out his skill with Dream-sever next.
Drawing his long curved sword, he held it in front of him the point leveled at the breast-plate of the dummy, ready to strike...
No... His path was set... Greeeeeeeeeat.
Aaron sighed heavily, grabbing his claymore out from under his bed, then his kopis which he kept under his pillow at night. Strapping his claymore to his back and his sword to his hip, he set out for the arena, hoping that the adrenaline rush that came with this work out would help mute the ever-numbing exhaustion that was born from his sleeplessness. Walking into the large sword-fighting arena, Aaron found that, besides a few others keeping to their own devices, he was the only one here. Well... that was good, at least. Now he didn't have to share a dummy... Though... he had to wonder where everyone else had gone. Perhaps they were taking it easy today... maybe screwing around with the forge. It could even be possible they were fighting some monsters even!
...Whatever. He was too tired to care. The real question was: What would he start with first? Claymore... or Kopis? He looked at the armored dummy, a straw scare-crow like man in a suit of metal, looking over the chinks in the joints and face... Perhaps he'd use is Kopis first... He felt more in control with a smaller, more maneuverable blade. He'd test out his skill with Dream-sever next.
Drawing his long curved sword, he held it in front of him the point leveled at the breast-plate of the dummy, ready to strike...