Marc was standing at the entrance of the arena, starring back at him were an army of training dummies rigged to swing their sword at anything who got with 3 feet of them. Marc tightened his grip and charged the first one, Slice cut clean in half. The second took a swing at him, it was caught by his shield. One after another he sliced cut or stabbed through them, no matter how many were attacking him. There were still half left when Marc decided to take a break. "Ha I should get a horse in here to eat all this hay" Marcus told himself examining the remnants of twenty dummies he had pulverized and half melted with his sword.
Subject: Training (Open to first responded) 
Fri Feb 03, 2012 2:14 pm
