The Desert of Forgotten Souls. At least it held up to the first part of its name. It was a desert if Endolf had ever seen one. He didn’t know how it came around to earn the second part of its name, but he wasn’t entirely willing to find out. All he could think about was how great the shifting sands under his feet would make for speed training. It had been a bit of time since the last time he focused on training to get faster with his movements and with his attacks. He had made his way out only maybe a mile or so from the city, giving himself enough room so that if something did go wrong he didn’t have to involve any innocents. Shifting his right foot back and forth in the sands he nodded to himself. Everything was perfectly conditioned. All he had to do was start running around at top speeds.
Several minutes passed and he found that his ideas had been proven correct. The sands weighed heavily on his feet and lower legs, coating his boots as he tried to run back and forth. It was proving tricky however as he was barely able to make it from where he stood to roughly five meters away and back. Pausing in his efforts he hunched over, hands on his knees and chest heaving as he panted. It was a training exorcise he wasn’t regretting and the more difficult it seemed, the more he was positive it was the proper way to train. It was while he was taking this break that he would notice a figure approaching from the direction of the city. It wasn’t easy to make out at first and causing Endolf to reach for his Resentment strapped to his back, but as the figure continued to approach it became easier to see it was a man he had become familiar with back in Reim.
“Tenma?! What’re you doing all the way out here?”
The Fanalis stood tall as he addressed the man who previously aided him in slaying an entire cavern of undead sailors.
“Whatever your reason, you’ve got great timing. I was just training and I think I could step it up a notch or two. If you’ve got anything you can throw at me, literally throw at me, while I try dodging it it’d be great!”
Training WC: 397/1000
Several minutes passed and he found that his ideas had been proven correct. The sands weighed heavily on his feet and lower legs, coating his boots as he tried to run back and forth. It was proving tricky however as he was barely able to make it from where he stood to roughly five meters away and back. Pausing in his efforts he hunched over, hands on his knees and chest heaving as he panted. It was a training exorcise he wasn’t regretting and the more difficult it seemed, the more he was positive it was the proper way to train. It was while he was taking this break that he would notice a figure approaching from the direction of the city. It wasn’t easy to make out at first and causing Endolf to reach for his Resentment strapped to his back, but as the figure continued to approach it became easier to see it was a man he had become familiar with back in Reim.
“Tenma?! What’re you doing all the way out here?”
The Fanalis stood tall as he addressed the man who previously aided him in slaying an entire cavern of undead sailors.
“Whatever your reason, you’ve got great timing. I was just training and I think I could step it up a notch or two. If you’ve got anything you can throw at me, literally throw at me, while I try dodging it it’d be great!”
Training WC: 397/1000