Fight at First Light

Atreus was feeling... while not exactly restless, like he was somewhat stagnating with concentrating on patrols when he should be improving his skills. It wasn't exactly a guilty feeling, either, just an acknowledgement to himself that what he was doing wasn't helping himself, and definitely hadn't been helping his family either. After some thought he set out for the training rings on the beach, raising his head to call for his sister as he did. He still hadn't decided on armor and arms for himself that he'd need to don, so it didn't take him long to get there and settled to wait for Tethys. The sun was peeking over the horizon, spilling brilliant color over the waters as it rose. There would easily be light enough to spar on the chilly beach.