<a class="postlink" href="http://i824.photobucket.com/albums/zz169/JulieTF2/Dragon%20Age/Alistair/1265514587598.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Tyler<br/>24<br/><br/>Tyler grimaced as the rifle fired.  The bullet left the rifle and traveled down the range, whisteling as it went.  A soft thud is heard as the bullet colides with the dummy.  He walked down the range to inspect the damage and nodded with satisfaction at the hole in the dummys heart.  He  went back to the other end of the range again, firing more bullets into the target.  After awhile he decided it was time to move on to sword training.  Placing the rifle and ammo on the rack he left the shooting range and walked towards the combat instructer.  The instructer grinned as he approached.  "Ready for another beating?" The instructor said with a chuckle.  Tyler shook his head in mock disgust and smiled.  "Me?  Your the one in for a beating," He said to the man.  The instructor nodded and picked up a sword from the rack, tossing it to him.  Tyler caught it and give it an experimental twirl.  The instructer grabbed his own sword and backed away.  What followed was a series of blocks and parrys, niether willing to make a real assult.  Finally the instructer gets annoyed and charges forward, swinging his sword in a fast and short arc at tyler.  Tyler raises up his sword and easily deflects the blow.  He flicks his wrist and the blade hooks under the instructers hilt.  Tyler flips his wrist and the sword flys out of the instructers hand, and tyler catches it with his other.  The instructer grins, "Well done." Tyler nods and mumbles his thanks before putting away the swords and heading inside.<br/><br/>This was tylers daily morning schedule.  Boxing, shooting, sword fighting, and on rare occasion explosive training.  He was always training inside that fortress.  He was preparing, for what exactly he cant be sure, but he wants to be prepared.  He was a Major in the human army, but he held a special status.  Because of his skill in combat and his intelligence, he is considered a sort of commando.  Thus he normaly does not fight alongside the other soldiers.  He and four others have formed a sort of squad.  They often do raids into vampire territory and are often called for special missions and to defend farming communities.  Today he was going out on a mission deep into vampire territory.  It was primarly reconnaissance but combat was possible.<br/><br/>He walked to his room and opened the door, stepping inside.  It was a fairly bare room, except for a coat of arms and some trophys of battle.  He stopped beside a chest at the foot of his bed and pulled out a key, unlocking it.  He opened the lid and peered inside.  Inside the chest was his camo uniform and some other pieces of armor/gear.  He pulled it out and began to suite up.  After about an hour of this he was finally dressed in full gear.  He took his sword from the rack on the wall and put it in his sheath, and also grabbed a pistol and put it in the holster on the opposite hip.<br/><br/>Tyler walked back down the hall and out of the fortress.  The other four men were already gathered in the courtyard.  They nodded welcome to him and he nodded back. "Lets move out," He said to them and they turned to leave.  They left the fortress and passed through the outer gate quickly.  There was a long walk to the forest ahead of them.