Demo walks into the training grounds. His armor standing out from the others. "I've got all my patients under control. Anyone interested in helping me wield my blade?"

Spirit walked in with low morale. she nearly died nine times and it didn't feel any better to kill the six that she killed. She wanted to give up weapons. Heading to the first trainer she saw, she said, "I wish to fight, not to kill, but to fight for a better future. Please teach me."

Axel looked around the training field, "Seems to me that people are getting lazy. Where are the troops?"

"I've noticed a disproportionate amount of them in the med tent," Reve remarked. "I would think that if they came here to train first, so many injuries would be prevented."

"I believe you are right, the amount of injuries are unacceptable. Maybe we should send troops from the Healer's tents here after they are finished healing."

Espy stared down at the two from her perch overhead. She'd just recently come back from the medical tent and was looking forward to charging back into battle, but not getting another hit to her shoulder.

There...aren't a lot of people here, huh...

"I'm still here, regardless."

"I'd ask to spar if I wasn't...dead tired," she muttered, remembering the fight with the Wrath Knight.

Axel nodded and looked at the mid-day sun, "I know what you mean. Even though I can be out during the day now... I still need time to rest. It's hard to break old habits. I must retreat to my coffin for now. I will train more when it is dark."

Reve looked up to the perch where the girl was sitting. "Asc..." she began before noticing that Celto was not perched on the Yutri's head. She then spotted very familiar-looking ears and a tail. "Oh. Espy, is that you up there?" Reve peered into the tree. "Clever, you Yutri always get me!" she laughed. "Come on down, Espy, exhausted or not we can still meditate."

Espy jumped into midair -- Awshit. Wings. -- and rolled clumsily ending up in a tangled heap. Maybe I should think about myself before I try doing stuff...

She got the strange feeling that, somehow, if she meditated right now, she'd fall asleep...

Quiet wanders into the training grounds, notably lacking in people. "Seems a shame this place is so empty, though I suppose there is some impatience playing it's role too. A real enemy might be more tempting to some than a friend pretending."

I could use some practice, but I would like a helpful rather than a beating coach.

"Perhaps then, you would like to practice some forms with me?"

I should be delighted to. I am only so-so thus far in my fights.

"Come stand next to me." Quiet draws her sword and executes a few warm up maneuvers, different swings and techniques, before moving methodically into a pattern of combined swings and stikes.

"Even if you have only your own shadow to spar with, it helps."