Nero walked down the empty corridors, his steps ecoing down. He cast his eyes into the training room.<br/>"Couldn't hurt." his eyes checked his surroundings before he drew out his sword. The blade shimmered in the moon light as he walked across. The swords writing glowed red as he swung it with one hand at the training dummys.<br/>"1... 2, 4, 8, 20, 40, 80, 210,220." He muttered, as he walked away. Seconds later, all the training equipmet fell to pieces. 220 cuts inbeded in them. He smiled, his eyes glowed red for a milla-second. Two hundered and twenty hits in what looked like one hit, "Darn, didn't break my record"