"Ah, is your little dragon heart not beating enough for you?" Faelan teased, panting a fair amount himself. Hopping off the treadmill himself, he motioned her over to the wall, filled with wooden replicas of just about every weapon someone could imagine. Hell, there was even a few things he wouldn't imagine as weapons up there. "If you are ready to bitch, you must be ready to learn right?"<br/><br/>Gazing at the wall, he saw what appeared to be a mock claymore, next to a couple other types of long swords and an ax or two. Gripping it, he pulled it off the wall, trying to get used to it's weight. It was significantly lighter than his actual claymore, and a bit smaller in size, but he'd have to make do.<br/><br/>"Well dragon, go ahead and pick your poison, we'll see if you are any better this time around." Jumping into the ring, he glanced around to make sure it was clear, and sturdy. "Same rules as last time, no face shots, no groin shots, and no dirty tricks. I'm even going to ease up on the bond so you can wack me," he explained calmly, watching her gazing over the wall.