The kyton hands Alaedra a slip of paper, signed and stamped, and is bid a good day. Inside the dungeon, there is indeed plenty of room. Not only are there unused training dummies, but there is an empty "arena" and in general, open space for practicing. Just as she walks in, the pale humanoid throws the Erinyes off, growing porcupine quills to escape a full-body hold.<br/><br/>They circle each other a bit more, then both pounce. Suddenly, they collide mid-air, and by the time they land, the humanoid is lying face-down with one arm locked firmly between the Erinyes' thighs, and her head getting pulled back in a cross-face neck submission hold. The muscles in her neck and shoulder tense, trying to resist the strain put on them, but in the end she taps out, immediately released. Victory goes to the fiend, who helps her up.<br/><br/>From the look of things, people training here seem to put a lot of effort into everything. It's no weekend gym, that's for sure.