The Militis Fortunae soared through space, as a tone of boredom passed through the ship. Among the grunt's using recreational drugs, Jackals gambling, and Brutes fighting, Gral and Garth were having a knife sparring match. After a variety of kicks, punches, and stabs, Garth leaned against the wall, chuckling as he bandaged his various wounds. "I would've won if it weren't for that last kick Gral, you could split steel with your damned foot." He said, as he accepted Gral's hand. "As quoted from a friend of mine, whatever helps you sleep at night friend."<br/><br/>The grueling heat of Blood Gulch slowly became an icy cold, as the sun shifted with the moon. The night's shroud brought new cover for enemies, and interesting times for the inhabitants of Blood Gulch.