[Angel Spirit Girl]

*Angel draws her own sword and follows Quiet's movements.*

[Axel]

Axel looked over the training grounds, wondering where all the troops were. " I hope everyone is faring well..."

[Quiet Man Cometh]

"Well enough by my own measure so far. Well enough for the cause? I'm not so sure."

[Axel]

"Have hope. We will persevere."

[Angel Spirit Girl]

I have to get out on the battlefield more.

[Axel]

"You should! Victory will be ours!"

[Quiet Man Cometh]

Quiet walks into the training grounds again, walking with heavier steps then neccessary, especially for one with wings.

Standing in the middle of the sandy arena, she takes a deep breath before eviscerating the nearest pratice dummy.

[Axel]

"You know... Why play with a dummy when you could spar with something... living?"

[Quiet Man Cometh]

"At the moment I'd rather enjoy not having to watch my back while dealing with what's in front of me." She whipes some invisible sweat from her forehead. "Call it theraputic."

[Quiet Man Cometh]

Quiet abandons the dummy, now hanging disjointedly from the remaining tattered half of its head. She takes a few more breaths, and goes through her forms once more for cool down, her eyes eventually falling half-way closed as her movements slow down and smooth over from her previous tense hacking.

[DarkForbidden-Love]

Walks quietly into training grounds and looks around taking everything in. She sighs slightly and chooses a part of the training ground far away from anyone else. She settles into a meditative stance and her breathing evens. She can feel the others present but slowly fades deeper into her trance forgetting where she is.