getting them big boy muscles

With this first birthday on the horizon, Dracun knew more than anyone that he needed to become prepared. Get stronger or get kicked out of the Syndicate until he was strong enough. And how strong was that exactly? he didn't know, but there was no harm in making sure he was ready... either for life as a loner or growing into an adult with the Syndicate.

So he found himself at the battlefield today, eager to put what he had learned to the test and see if he could learn anything else. The sun was hanging low on the horizon, threatening to be dark soon, but there was still just enough light left to not lose any visibility.