Open RP
He didn't know when he'd be able to get home again, but he did know -- he was absolutely certain -- that he'd find a way. That meant that every instinct and skill that he'd honed needed to stay as razor sharp as ever. That meant not just his ability to fight, but his ability to stand the cold.
So he'd stripped down to shirtsleeves and headed out to the courtyard to put himself through paces, stretching, working with his weapon and a rather unfortunate tree.
Ghost lay nearby, yawning and occasionally getting up to investigate an animal scent; he'd flushed out half a dozen birds already and was looking content to keep two feet in a snowbank and the others on the path while Jon worked.
Jon spun and stopped just sort of taking out a large section of the tree in front of him; the weapon nearly hummed as he spun on the return and neatly thrust in the narrow space left between two bushes.
So he'd stripped down to shirtsleeves and headed out to the courtyard to put himself through paces, stretching, working with his weapon and a rather unfortunate tree.
Ghost lay nearby, yawning and occasionally getting up to investigate an animal scent; he'd flushed out half a dozen birds already and was looking content to keep two feet in a snowbank and the others on the path while Jon worked.
Jon spun and stopped just sort of taking out a large section of the tree in front of him; the weapon nearly hummed as he spun on the return and neatly thrust in the narrow space left between two bushes.