Man Up {Fight Training}

Fight training, when was his last time dealing with this? He couldn't exactly remember, he spent most of his days searching for something lost. As he trudged on the ground to the others, his eyes moved over the group. He smiled at Bass giving a dip of his head sitting near the man. He was warming up his muscles a little, he stretched himself against the ground and settled down again. Quelt's black tail curled around his haunches. The man's red and blue eyes looked over the crowd carefully once more.

Of course he wouldn't say a word, although he thought in the back of his mind he should have. Yet getting back into the swing of things wasn't exactly easy. After all, he missed so much and it was as if a whole season of his memory was gone or the sort. He threw the thoughts away, he couldn't be stressing himself out right in the middle of this. It was do or die basically.