Meteor Forecast | Ingus and Sephiroth
"Nng!"
Strands of charred straw flew into the air, as it was simultaneously burned and slashed asunder. A wave of heat followed the strokes of steel and fire, utterly incinerating anything that wasn't already engulfed by Ingus' blade. He stepped back to view his handiwork, deeming the makeshift training dummy defeated.
"You put up a good fight, friend. A valiant effort indeed."
A chuckled escaped his lips between heavy breaths, replied only with the dull sizzling of straw and wood. Fighting scarecrows wasn't the optimal way of training, but Ingus found solace in it. Only on rare occasions did anyone bother him, and it was nice to cut solid objects rather than practice form in the simulation room. It wasn't often that access to it was allowed anyways, especially to a beginner such as himself.
As ironic as it sounded, the battle with the dummy actually drained Ingus slightly. Beads of sweat rolled down his flushed cheeks, begging him to remove a layer or two of clothing. In an agreeable mood, Ingus sheathed his blade and rested his sore self on the ground. What a week. It started with an evaluation session with Faris, a strange journey with Luneth, and a scary experience with the manadrives. Ingus was ready to crawl into bed and sleep for days. And days. And days.
I can't rest. The army demands my strength- so I must give it to them.
Determination was renewed within Ingus' young soul, returning to him some lost strength.
"Hmm..."
Ingus took a deep breath, and scanned the environment. It seemed like everyone had left for lunch by now, leaving him pretty much alone on the field. All except a few faceless soldiers whom decided to continue their training.
"Good for them."
He noted, admiring their hard work.