Lièrén entered the state of mind that he always entered when sparring, whether on his own or with other people, and the movements of the sword became more fuild and smooth, he moved the weapon in his hands as if it were made of nothing but air, he picked up speed as he moved through the motions, becoming so fast that soon the blade was nothing but a blur until he brought it down in a swift arc, taking all of the momentum out of the weapon. He was sweating and panting from his sparring but he felt good for it, like he did everytime he sparred, it was like he was fighting and cutting down his own personal demons, clearing his soul of the problems of his previous life.<br/><br/>He took a couple of minutes break from sword training, placing the weapon back into its sheaf he set to work on some hand to hand combat that he had picked up on his travels, moving through various punches and blocks, working on them until he could move through them without a hitch, when he was completely satisfied, he stopped and picked up his sword and walked back to the inn.<br/><br/>He placed the sword back next to his pack and then he went into the hallway again and began work on the wall, he felt calmer and ready for anything the day brought at him.