
Originally Posted by
Cthulhu_of_R'yleh
Azrael is tired. The training was harder than he was used to, but he enjoyed the challenge. He's glad he came here. Taking a minute to catch his breath, he heads over to the nearest wall and slumps down.
He's glad to be around so many other people like him, but he was never a social person, so he sits and takes a minute surveys his surroundings. He found the instructor, blunt, and gruff. But he liked him all them same. The other students were all very nice, and didn't make him feel like "fresh meat" and for that he was grateful. But that didn't stop the person he was paired with from giving him a bruise or two. He sighs, and mumbles to himself "I'm glad martial arts is something I'm good at, otherwise my partner would've beaten me to a pulp... Looks like I've more training to do."
He looks around and notices that the others have broken into groups and are chatting amongst themselves. He realizes that he must look rather odd, off by himself, and figures he should introduce himself. So he stands up, stretches and heads toward the other students.
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