<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120909185549/darksiders/images/9/94/War_Abyssal_Armor.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Karn Shademore<br/><strong>Team:</strong>TBA<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Armina Horowitz<br/><br/>Karn arrived loose and warmed up despite the cold and his armor, having gone through a warm up routine in the open space between the Training Grounds and the Castle proper. He hopped this match would be more of a challenge then the Beowolves, scrawny little examples that they'd been by his standards, those he could have defeated butt naked and woken from a sound sleep... or as sound as he ever slept. At least the flagstone floor had been hard enough to sleep on last night, he'd heard the bedroom had rugs and wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep on anything so soft anymore. On the other hand he'd woken every time anyone in room had coughed or rolled over... maybe he learn to control that internal alarm now that he had safe places to sleep.<br/><br/>Opening the door he entered with little grace but much power, a boulder striding forth rather then a dancing willow. He'd been somewhat surprised at the Combat Teacher's request that he wear his armor, not that she wanted to see it in action, but that she'd thought he might<em>not</em>have worn it. He couldn't remember the last time he'd spent more then an hour out of his Father's armor, couldn't remember not feeling the slight drain of his aura that it imposed nor the sense of strength and durability it gave him. He'd feel vulnerable without it, in a way that had nothing to do with the fact that he owned no other clothing.<br/><br/>Looking around he was surprised by the sheer size of the training facility, he supposed he should be used to such large enclosed structures by now, but it had only been a few months. At least the castle was mostly made of small rooms and narrow hallways that gave him the feeling of something built into a cave or tunnel, but this huge room with it's obvious windows just felt odd to someone who'd regarded a five room cabin as the height of extravagance only three years ago. Being able to reach out of his man-made cave and touch the falling rain these last two and a half years had not prepared him for the world of skyscrapers and conference halls.<br/><br/>Locating the Mistress of Arms, or 'Combat Teacher' as these people called her, Karn made his way over and thumped his right fist to his chest, over his heart, in salute before falling into a 'at rest' stance. "Warrior Karn reporting as ordered Mistress of Arms Horowitz. Your commands?" Without making it obvious he eyed the woman in front of him. She seemed to be in shape, but there was no telling how skilled she was or how powerful with her Aura other then 'good enough to teach here'. This would be interesting.