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Today, this particular hangar echoed with an emptiness. The Knights were loosing numbers faster than they were gaining them, and it showed. Less and less returned with their lives in this ruthless fight, and Zsaekriel needed a tougher crop.
Standing wide with arms folded over his silvery armor, black armorweave flowing down beneath it, he was meeting another of his kind today. Personal training between the Field Marshall and students was becoming more and more common, as failure was not an option. His broadsword hung from his side, and both twin sabers dangled in front of him from his belts loosely. He was a devilish character, yet devoid of emotion. The darkskinned Keshiri beamed a confidence, yet did not hold a malicious heir. He would die for any of his brothers and sisters, and today he would sweat out all the water in his body for the sake of making a true warrior out of this man. The time had come.
Standing wide with arms folded over his silvery armor, black armorweave flowing down beneath it, he was meeting another of his kind today. Personal training between the Field Marshall and students was becoming more and more common, as failure was not an option. His broadsword hung from his side, and both twin sabers dangled in front of him from his belts loosely. He was a devilish character, yet devoid of emotion. The darkskinned Keshiri beamed a confidence, yet did not hold a malicious heir. He would die for any of his brothers and sisters, and today he would sweat out all the water in his body for the sake of making a true warrior out of this man. The time had come.