[Fred isn't the only one on the beach who seems intent on training, although Elliot's differs somewhat in nature. While the knight has been buffing out on the beach, the young Nightray has found himself a quieter, secluded spot on to practice his swordsmanship. With the bottoms of his pants and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, he holds onto the hilt of his sword, grip firm, as he begins to go over various drills he'd learned in the past. Sure, it'd be better to practice against someone else, but it's not like he really has anyone he can ask...
So he'll just be a loner for now and remain that way, swinging his sword around until he catches sight of someone running his way. Dropping his sword to the side, letting it hang in one hand, he raises a brow at the jogger and his sudden invite. Join him?]
im so late...life kicked my ass...please forgive me
So he'll just be a loner for now and remain that way, swinging his sword around until he catches sight of someone running his way. Dropping his sword to the side, letting it hang in one hand, he raises a brow at the jogger and his sudden invite. Join him?]
You want a running partner?