<div style="text-indent:1em;">Azreal had been out on some personal business for the past week. Of course, he liked to view this personal business as a vacation, as it was one of the few times he could drive his Dodge Tomahawk for fun. Azreal had just been visiting his family, well, some of his family, in Colorado, and was just now getting back to the South after driving through the night. As he came closer to the mansion, he revved the throttle even more, and let some of his energy flow into his legs. Within fifty feet of the front gate, Azreal kicked both the bike and himself into the air, clearing the gate by about a foot, and made his calculated land where the custom suspension would work best while remaining undamaged. <span style="color: red"><span style="font-style: italic">Ah, I love doing that. Perfect landing every time. As long as Serenity never catches me doing that near the mansion, I'l be fine...</span></span><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="http://images.businessweek.com/ss/10/04/0415_most_expensive_things_sold/image/009_dodge_tomahawk.jpg">[ img ]</a></div></div></div></div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Azreal continued up the drive and slowed when he approached the gentle turn toward the Fire-Earth garage. He parked his bike in his usual spot, between his Mercedes SLS and his Rolls Royce Ghost. One of the perks of being half dragon is the natural tendency towards money, and having plenty of time to acquire it. In Azreal's case, some wise investments paid off handsomely and left him with plenty to spare. He went up the stairs into his wing of the house, the Fire Wing. Azreal liked warmth and made sure the Fire Wing was painted in reds and oranges when they all had moved in. It helped light up the rooms a bit, but also was dark enough that it would absorb heat better when the blinds were up.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">There were three pieces of the Fire Wing which Azreal had made sure were put in, his personal supply room, where he kept all of his weapons, a weapons training room, and finally a forge. Officially the forge wasn't actually attached to the mansion, but he counted it as part of his wing, as he spent lots of time there. A decent part of Azreal's weapon collection was self forged, and quite finely at that, so the additions worked well together. Entering his bedroom, Azreal dropped his pack on a chair near the bed. He went into his closet, to the very back. Hidden in a small sliding panel was a retina and fingerprint scanner which Azreal used to open his supply room. This room contained many weapons, from swords to guns and even some ballistics. And in the center of the room were his five most prized swords. One which looks similar to the Revolver gunblade, one which resembles Force Stealer, his favorite katana Mutsunokami, Zantetsuken, and finally, a long sword fashioned in the like of Anduril.<div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="http://storiesbywilliams.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/gunsword.jpg">http://storiesbywilliams.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/gunsword.jpg</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.deviantart.com/download/150621001/FF7_Cloud_Strife__s_Swords_by_SOLDIER_Cloud_Strife.jpg">http://www.deviantart.com/download/150621001/FF7_Cloud_Strife__s_Swords_by_SOLDIER_Cloud_Strife.jpg</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/recent/maling14/RW_Anastasia.jpg">http://media.photobucket.com/image/recent/maling14/RW_Anastasia.jpg</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.manofactionfigures.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/product_full/sites/default/files/anduril_0.jpg">http://www.manofactionfigures.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/product_full/sites/default/files/anduril_0.jpg</a></div></div></div></div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Making sure all his weapons were as he left them, he decided to take his gunblade and go practice in the training room. Azreal changed into his training clothes: weighted sweats with additional weights strapped onto his legs, and weights strapped onto his arms. He left off his shirt because he knew he would sweat once he got going for a while. As Azreal walked down the hall to the training room, his tattoos were exposed. The wings on his back, the scales along his shoulders and starting to extend onto his arms, and a seal on his chest. The seal helped restrain his powers, so that he wouldn't lose control when it wasn't necessary. <div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="https://d27fcql9yjk2c0.cloudfront.net/assets/5056916/lightbox/Konachan.com%20-%2061460%20d.gray-man%20kanda_yuu%20vector.jpg?1328717158">[ img ]</a></div></div></div></div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Azreal used the virtual systems in the training room to allow him to face any foe he wished, all within the confines of the room and with adjustable settings for temperature, weather, and after some of the latest modifications gravity. He turned the gravity to 10x Earth's gravity for the warm up, and randomized the other settings. <span style="color: red"><span style="font-style: italic">Now, let's begin..</span></span> as the gravity took affect, making the weighted clothes heavier as well. The first enemies the system brought up for Azreal to face were a group of about fifty samurai. He waited for an opportune moment when the samurai charged to finally draw his blade and counter. Azreal moved with great agility for one weighed down with a half ton of weights on his arms and legs, and this was just at 10x gravity. He spent about a half hour at this setting, facing ever increasing numbers of enemies, before he decided to change it up a bit. <span style="color: red"><span style="font-style: italic">The only way I can get faster is to train at higher conditions, so lets make it a lot harder...50x gravity?</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">The gravity change took affect very shortly after he stepped back into the middle of the room. It was built to contain everything inside of the room, with no impact on anything outside. How was this done? Well, the room is in its own pocket dimension which happens to have existed already at the point where the door is, and it just took some special tinkering to access the dimension. With 50x gravity, Azreal's weights on each arm and each leg were now nearly 3 tons in weight, and his own weight was also amplified. His breath coming harder now, Azreal was ready to try and ramp up his speed. The enemies he first faced in the new setting were a pack of werewolves, about 8 of them. He was only barely able to beat them without harm in his current state, so he decided maybe it was time to power up a little. Azreal felt his power surging through him, making it easier to move now, and easier to breathe. His tattoos were also spreading, the scales now covered his torso and were about half way to his elbows and his knees. <span style="color: red"><span style="font-style: italic">I've got to watch that...don't want to wreck the room just for a work out</span></span> Next up were some more difficult foes, fully blooded vampires at their full strength. With his power increased Azreal was able to hold his own against the thirty of them and broke a sweat because of the amount of dodging he had to do. He eventually abandoned his gunblade for just plain old unarmed combat, and worked on improving his speed, strength, and accuracy. By about nine in the morning, Azreal had worked out enough and restored the room to its defaults. He retrieved his sword from stand, and returned to his bedroom, resealing his power on the way. The tattoos retreated to their original positions, and the effects of heightened gravity training were finally felt. Azreal felt light on his feet because he had grown accustomed to the difficulty in moving with weights and gravity, and was back to his room far sooner than he planned. Closing his door but leaving it unlocked, he had a quick cold shower and laid out on his bed, leaving himself exposed so he could dry naturally. He fell asleep like that and had only adjusted the blinds to let in some light before he completely dozed off.</div>