<strong>Name:</strong>Izzy<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Celeste's Villa, Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rein, open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Rein explained the way things were before the rules changed, and how the expectations were different.  Izzy replied with a scoff.  "Training to be great when you're not supposed to live long isn't stupid." she said firmly, bending to shake out her leg once more.  "Neither is the part where you're still alive."  It was a compliment, but it felt like she was warming up to something else.  As though she had a good idea what 'stupid' really was, and decided simply not to go there.  This wolf seemed like a good sort, someone who'd gone through the worst and come out with nothing more than a hard perspective and a pair of bad knees.  She wanted to learn from him, how he'd done it.  But he also had a reason to appreciate the more 'ethical' side of being a gladiator: a phrase which made her want to roll her eyes.<br/><br/>He mentioned her challenging him, causing her eyes to light up a little as she spun around to face him.  "If I was challenging a higher tier gladiator like you.." she stated, her voice cold but the slightest smirk on her face.  "..then I'd say we should both meet here at the break of dawn, strap metal shields on ourselves, and race to the top of the hill overlooking Southpaw Lake and back.  About 16 miles.  The loser has to ask Rose for something 'green but not a vegetable' for breakfast, and has to eat it."  She inclined her head to his legs.  "But I'm only a 3rd tier, so you could say your knees are bad and refuse.  I won't lord it over you."  She rolled her neck around, a light smile and a sinister look in her eyes.  "Yet."<br/><br/>Izzy stared for a moment, but couldn't resist letting her face break into a smile, partly because Rein seemed so jovial about it all.  But mostly because it had been a while since she'd had a gladiator she felt she could josh around with.  When he mentioned her master, she curled her lips like she was biting a lemon.  "Let Onyx get jealous.  I'd love to strap some weights to her, too." she stated flatly.  And then she felt her smile vanish completely, hearing her master about.<br/><br/>Izzy sighed, no longer in the joshing-around mood, and moving to one of the weapon racks as he agreed to spar.  "Let's do weapons training." she said, thumbing one of wooden sabres before deciding on a spear.  A less familiar weapon, but one she enjoyed for it's versatility.  She gave it a twirl, testing the weight and discerning the center of the piece, before moving back into the middle of the training grounds.  "Ready when you are."