Back to the Classics.
Krauser's out on the practice grounds, killing nothing at all.
Knife work is his specialty. There's not much use for it, here, but he still trains. It's all here, from the simplest slices and blocks to the most complicated series of attacks. The knife moves, spinning forward and back, blurring and flipping from hand to hand. It's hard to follow, harder to predict.
The best part is that this isn't Krauser channeling the skills the plaga's given him. It's just him, getting back to the fighter he's always been. It's almost meditation, and it's bringing him a peace the rest of his activities can't touch.
He's prepared to be interrupted, and is probably willing to teach something.
Knife work is his specialty. There's not much use for it, here, but he still trains. It's all here, from the simplest slices and blocks to the most complicated series of attacks. The knife moves, spinning forward and back, blurring and flipping from hand to hand. It's hard to follow, harder to predict.
The best part is that this isn't Krauser channeling the skills the plaga's given him. It's just him, getting back to the fighter he's always been. It's almost meditation, and it's bringing him a peace the rest of his activities can't touch.
He's prepared to be interrupted, and is probably willing to teach something.