Testing Strengths [Coran spar]

There was something about waking up in his own bed each morning that brought a sense of comfort. He found a sense of peace in the routines of life. And while he chose to perform the majority of his tasks alone, he was stringent in their execution. Duty was easy. He knew exactly what was expected, and did his best to go above and beyond in fulfilling those objectives. Even still, there was an itch he packed away. A call to adventure that he would have to ignore for now as he worked to help support Valhalla to the best of his abilities.

Needless to say, it was no surprise that Ardyn wanted his warriors finely tuned in the event of an attack. Fighting was not something Coran enjoyed. However, it was necessary for defense- and while he was no crusader- if he wasn't able to protect his home, then what use was he? After a moment of hesitation, he propelled himself toward the echo of his brother's voice. Quickly denoting the location to be the place of gathering.  

He forced his way through the tall plains grasses until he came to a more worn path, in which he followed to his destination with more casual ease. When Ardyn and his companions came in sight, he couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips as they all seemed vastly more prepared than himself. "Is this practice? Or punishment?" He joked in dry humor. Though, whatever it may be, he felt his muscles instinctually tense in preparation.