>Training Arena

[Cain]

6

[Silver]

The pressure in the air grew heavy as if a massive weight was being forced down. It continued to grow worse as the teacher the first of three stepped onto the field. Her features where soft but her body was a bright silvery blue. The form was female but it reviled nothing but wore no cloths save for a horie as to which division it belonged only the other two teachers knew. Her feet never actually touched the ground though they seemed to as she moved with a soft smile. Her hair was long and silver but her eyes oh those beautiful eyes that seemed to pierce into the depth of one’s soul stared ahead of her. Once she reached the middle of the bridge she closed her eyes and folded her legs under her placing her hands on her knees as the whips lifted out of her arms and then sat on top of her hands. Here she waited for her student.

[Whatsyourface]

There was a sort of presence standing in front of the arena, though it was hard to detect, as it did not truly seem to have what one would realize as a soul. It resembled a sort of man in a suit, only with completely black eyes. Then it seems to hold a black ball in it’s hands, with little white dots in them, that seem to be stars. The ball turned into a door, and from the door a jester walked out, his feet jingling as he pranced and danced jumping, spinning in the air.

He then lands and holds his arms out with his right foot pointed next him to him. As if presenting himself to her. He was about 5′ 10 and not fat or beefy, as he held a Jester’s mace in his hand and had a satchet strapped around his belt. His eyes are a blank white, with a sort of white aura around them, and his smile wide. His face was painted and he wore black lipstick. His eyes returned to normal. They were green. He looked around still grinning, then his smile faded. He mpe looked curious.

He looked at the woman and then stood up straight, looking at her for a few seconds confused. His head going about, him wondering how on god’s earth he got here. He then looked behind himself. There was nothing behind him. It was just those two. Of course… Everything began to sink in. He looked at the woman again. And then leaned to the side to look down at the drop.

He whistles. “Mmm…” He shakes his head his hands on his hips “that’s a looooooooooong drop.” He looked at her and twirled his mace. “So your the one, ehhh?” He walked to the center of the bridge as he threw the mace up and caught it repeatedly. Leisurely strolling as he gives her a sort of warm smile and stops in the middle of the bridge.

[Silver]

She opened her eyes hearing his words and she rolled her hands quickly to hold the whips as they uncurled to the floor the tops just touching the bridge. Her legs unfolded and came to rest just above the moist wooden planks as she felt the mist soak into her horie. The water just beading and rolling down her body as she smiled softly. “Am I now?” She asked kindly to him, finding his attire silly and his demeanor just as strange most how came wanted to fight and test their skills. She kept that smile as she watched him and it stayed as the whips seemed to move of their own accord. The jester before her would feel a great weight and pressure fall upon him. “If you can manage to stand then we will train but first you must know your place.” The pressure and weight would feel so great it would feel like he was getting crushed and as if gravity itself was forcing him down. If he continued to stand and fight it the pressure would just keep getting worse the water started to get choppy from the amount of spiritual pressure the woman was letting out on the lands.

[Whatsyourface]

The man drops face planting without a word hard enough onto the crevice for blood to come from his skull and many bones cracking from being placed at 185 G’s. It’s is as if he was in a car crash. His Mace held in front of his hand still. As he bleeds onto the ground. He didn’t really have a chance to feel much, and didn’t currently have the capability yet of appreciating that.