<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/>What a way to answer the question, he felt. He gave her a toothy smile, appreciating her candid remark. "Pulling no punches, I see! I can get behind that." he mused, watching as she approached one of the sandbags to train her legwork on. It also gave him a better chance to take a good look at the kind of damage her legs could do... The strike resounded just a bit even through the sand, and he could see that were it a flesh and blood target, a hard enough kick from her would likely break more than a few bones. He maneuvered behind the sandbag, moving his hands to hold the sandbag in place in order to give her a bit more resistance to work through.<br/><br/>"I suppose I just wanted an opinion from someone who immediately joined, who hasn't had too much time to have their mind changed. I appreciate the honesty more than a little lie to satisfy someone's curiosity." He followed up, his arms taking the force of her kicks as it traveled through the sandbag, giving him a closer idea of what it felt like to take those strikes. He would truly have to be wary of taking a dkrect, unguarded blow from them... It also gave him a deeper appreciation of her physique, but he didn't wish to dwell on that thought too long. Stare a little too hard and the wolf might have gotten an idea to get a little flesh...<br/><br/>At her return query to him, he smirked. "You kidding me? Rose' cooking is too good to just up and miss breakfast. She does tend to get experimental now and then so it's a sort of different kind of training all its own. You know how those mad scientist invented can be... Can't stop at the tools of the trade, they gotta get creative with their meals." He mused, remembering one of the first time he tried her food while it had... Some truly unique additions. It tasted good but it had not agreed with his stomach. "I don't believe I've ever had a stomach made of iron before she cooked, but now i'm thankful for it." he added, shaking his arms a bit before he returned to holding the sandbag.<br/><br/>"Superb legwork, I've got to admit! Quite deceptive, actually... This poor sandbag would have quite the number of fractures if it had any bones."