the question's burning on
Who: Lloyd Irving and you?
What: After discovering that his 'teacher' is gone, Lloyd decides to train a bit more fervently to pend off disappointment. Not to mention he won't allow himself to get rusty.
Where: A set up training ground outside Gilded Castle.
Style: First or Third!
Time: Around early afternoon.
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He had set up some wooden posts, along with using a few rocks, and with a affirmative nod, he took out both of his swords, one a shining flame, another as cold as ice. Both deadly and perfect in their design. He moved forward with one foot, before he charged at the first post he saw.
"Sword Rain!"
His swords zipped forward and back like silver needles flashing so fast that they couldn't be spotted. Eventually, the wooden stake had been decimated into large splinters and chunks to the ground. He narrowed his eyes, mentally wishing for it to come back. The stake returned to it's original state, as Lloyd pulled back, swinging his swords in various combinations and strikes, for all his clumsy, dorky attitude, the way he moved with a sword was familiar , as if it were a second skin.