<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/yp3k1mQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rein Valkard<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Celeste's Villa, Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Izzy, Open;<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"I suppose the 'still living' bit is more spite than anything. 'Haha, you failed to kill me, now I'm going to make you miserable' is one way to see it." Rein mused, though there really wasn't anyone he wanted to spite particularly... Not since he enjoyed the fact that the loss of his match meant he went to a better home and the loss of one of that man's better pawns. Still, as he looked at Izzy, he could see there really was more to her one-woman crusade prior to their acquisition of her. But personal things like that... They weren't his place to pry.<br/><br/>When it came to her idea of trsining, the method seemed to only put a smirk on the wolf's face. He already had experience lugging shields around, so something like that... But then she let the status of her being a third tier float as an excuse for him to get out of it... Along with him having bad knees? "Now now, you don't have to hit me below the belt, i'm not that old. This sounds like a perfectly valid method of exercise... And the method of losing... Hmhmhm, I'll accept." He licked his lips in affirmation. The only thing he couldn't fathom was... What exactly would Rose make to fulfill that criteria? It was going to be... Unique, that was for certain. When it came to the discussion of Onyx, he could tell the dragon had truly rubbed her the wrong way... Figuratively and perhaps literally.<br/><br/>Izzy had opted for Weapons Training... So this was going to get rough. "Very well then, weapon of choice." He nodded, returning to where he'd set down his mace and shield. He'd at least grabbed the shield, but skipped over the mace for a less dangerous, wooden club. He had the disadvantage in range, so he was going to have to be careful with how he closed in. She already waited for him in the middle, himself approaching a moment later with a bow.<br/><br/>"Mmm..." he hummed softly, adopting a stance with the shield in front as he slowly began to pace around Izzy, once again thumping the side of the shield with the club. The idea was to keep her eyes focused on the shield at all times, keep her guard up. But the slow circle movements closed in very slightly, little by little removing the range between them. She would either need to attack first to keep him from closing in, or risk letting him have a short enough range to open with his own offensive.