Micheal fell to the ground in exhaustion. His swords flat end clattering to the floor as he held it stiffly he had been training for 5 hours straight. Rising slowly, breathing heavily, he brought his swords blade to his shoulder. Micheal supported it with his far past exhausted muscles. Grasping the hilt with his stiff fingers Micheal focused intently on the wooden dummy in front of him. He gave one stabbing motion, as his sword struck the wood, a shard of the wooden dummy's rounded head structure flew off. Collapsing in exhaustion once more he tried to rise to his feet. But instead let himself lay there, his cheek on the stone, his arms by his side, his chest to the stone flooring. The only thing swimming in his thoughts was Rea, he could not control it.