Tyr walks past the lucnh room and continues on until he's aways out from the school itself. He unsheaths his broadsword and stabs it into the ground. He bends down and bows his head in a moment of repose. After a minute goes by, he rises and begins going through some basic motions slowly.<br/><br/>Then he pulls the sword close and assumes a fighting stance. He starts with a rapid thrust move into a basic block, then a counter, and then begins a practice sequence worn into his mind by years of practice. He moves the sword so quickly it can hardly be seen, all the while moving in unison. Finally, he rears back and thrusts the sword into the ground. Once again, he falls to his knees and bows his head in repose.<br/><br/>A scent wafted slowly by him. He was unsure of whom it belonged to, but he thought there might have been someone watching. The lunch bell rings before he can investigate. He sheaths his sword and reverts to his faster wolf form, and makes his way back to 2B.