Slash and Kill
Tagging: Wes Vipoint, Griffin Tappulus
Location: Training Center- Swords
Time: Morning
Wes laughed and swung his arm over his shoulder, pulling the two thin blades from their sheath and separating the two, one in each hand as he moved through the first ring, filled with dummies, none of them moving, but he was slashing and dodging and blocking and stabbing, the rush of the habitual current, sending him dancing with that rush of adrenaline. By the time it was over, several of the dummies had been hacked to shreds, heads missing, limbs chopped off, stabbed repeatedly, just for the hell of it.
The three trainers looked stunned as he slid the twin swords back into their sheath. He cracked his knuckles and leapt into the second ring. "Who's ready for round two, then?" he asked menacingly, watching, out of the corner of his eye, the Avoxes bring in brooms and garbage bags to clean up the mess he made.
None of the trainers looked particularly pleased.
