After a few swings Micheal placed his broadsword on the table, he unwrapped the wasted old leather on the handle and went over to the tanning rack to grab some fresh ones. He had made the leather strip's when he brought Rea back the one morning he woke up in the woods on the ground, "Damn it..." he cursed slightly as he managed to somewhat cut himself somehow on the blade. After a few more moments Micheal felt like something was looking at him off and on, looking back himself he stared toward Rea, a smile splaying on his lips as he noted her beauty.