Always when I'm practicing... (Bly)

John stood in the middle of thw Arena at midnight, wearing all black so it would be harder to see him, as well as the fact that his warm clothes were black anyways. He spun and let his sword come out from the bracelet on his hand as he swung his arm towards a target. By the time the sword was fully extended, his arm was in just the position to hit the dummy. He pulled back and went into a dance of slashes and stabs, attacking the dummies and jumping around as if he was fighting a real monster. After what seemed like hours, John checked the time on a small watch he wore. It was still 11:55, not quite the new year yet. So he hadn't missed the fireworks. The sound of a deep sigh echoed throughout the stadium as he took a deep breath and turned to'the only being in the arena, that he knew of, his huskie named Huxleigh. The dog let of an excited howl and thumped her tail againt the floor as she looked at her human.