<strong>Who:</strong>Henrik Raubriter<br/><strong>For:</strong>Siren specifically, open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Top<br/><br/>He didn't really notice the demon-girl as she got changed. Perhaps he caught a bit of her naked form out of the corner of his eyes, but he didn't really care. One might call Henrik single-minded, though there's always the question of what underlying reason led him to shun the sights that so many other young, hot-blooded men so eagerly enjoyed?<br/><br/>"Good, good. I know, I won't be in  top form, either, but that's the point." He said to Siren, glad she had the courage to at least attempt it. "Pick a weapon that works for you, then come at me when you're ready."  He'd continue to speak to her, holding both swords crossed, a few inches away from his chest. He slowly rolled his shoulders up and down, feeling the strain and burn.<br/><br/>This would be a good exercise for him as well, as he wouldn't be relying on the extra-sensory powers of that sword of his. It was a wonderful thing, but he couldn't always rely upon it. He was half-tempted to tell everyone else to clear off the mats, if they were near them, but figured that they'd be smart enough to stay out of the way.