Party For Your Life

Jovan walked into the training arena. He had both of his swords by his side, wrapped in a silk covering. He set down the swords, and got himself dressed for training. He folded up his jacket and jeans and put them into a plastic bag. Jovan noticed that there was no one else around, but he didnt mind, he liked training in peace. He unwrapped his swords, and pulled them out of their sheaths.

Jovan began to warm up, swinging his swords in small circles to stretch out his wrists. After about 5 minutes of warming up he was ready for training. He approached one of the practice dummies. Jovan parried, jabbing, hacking, and cutting at the dummy. He jumped in and out, light on his feet, never still.

Jovan had been working on his training for about 10 minutes with out interruption. He was very happy with how things had been going with this session. Jovan decided now was a good time to take a break. He made his way over to his pack and pulled out a water bottle. Jovan opened the cap and took a large drink of water. It was nice and cool, and very refreshing, he then grabbed his towel and wiped his face of sweat and water.

Someone new had entered the training circle, a tall, muscular blonde, from the first cohort. Jovan didnt know his name, but he had seen him around several times. He looked up when the boy asked him to spar. The boy seemed to be concentrating on something, and Jovan watched as flames burst from his clenched fists.

"well, I do say, that was impressive." Jovan replied, breaking the silence. "I would love to spar with you." he added. Jovan took another drink from his water bottle, and then closed it up and returned it to his pack.