Castiel Games - Closed RP - Training
Balthazar heaved a great sigh when he found out who his tributes to train were. It was that time of the year again. Time for more to die just as he had been thrusted in years ago. He felt determined especially, since the tributes were close to him in some shape or form, be it relations or species, to prepare them as much as he could. He was going to run them ragged until they were the toughest tributes. He promised them that. He would give them the best chance they had in the arena. He would give them his best in training.
"Well...gather around. Let's talk training." He tilted his head and scratched his nose, hands digging in his pockets casually.
"We will be covering a variety of training. Especially considering that once in the arena. We all become equal under whatever environment they decide to put you in. Angelic powers, gone, super speed, super strength and general badassery? Forget about it." He said chuckling, cracking his knuckles. Pacing around the little room they were put in. A training room. Full of mats, and one lone table with chairs which they were congregated at.
"Now...tell me what are you favorite weapons? We might as well train with something comfortable as well as new techniques." He announced, his hands leaning onto the table.
"Blades, guns, crossbows, bows? For some reason bows are in season I hear." He chuckled and grinned.
"It serves to be mentioned, and asked, weakness as well. Where do you think we should improve on top of your standard training? Granted we don't have much time. But we can touch on things..." He trailed off, raising an eyebrow, crossing his arms and handing it off to them.