Working Out the Hurt [Action || Open ] [It seemed more and more that he was being reminded of the things he had left behind. The world he had come from, scattered with its many people, all who looked to him for guidance. His soldiers that saw him as their leader, their general, even their god. The man who had... captured his heart and that fate tore asunder. The dreams thing, whatever it might have been, had not done any better to heal those old wounds and let them close, and reminded him even more of the fact he was simply waiting for the sands in the hourglass to fall once more, to break free of their suspension.
And worse... worse now two people knew of that horror. As much as he wanted it to not have gone that way, the dream made it so, and for the second time he found himself thrusting a sword through the man he had loved and in many ways still did though he knew him to be dead. Yesterday he had spent meditating on the whole experience and today he needed to work out the whole thing.
So he had migrated himself to the edges of the beach, dressed in his light robes, and was currently running through a series of martial art sets. Add to that the blasts of fire he shot out, and it was probably a sight to see. They were elegant and controlled, slamming down onto the sand and making it hiss and burn, blackening and bubbling with repeated strikes to the same place. He kept going and going til finally he had to stop, limbs shaking from the energy drain, and actually panting a bit.
Acumen and his restrictions.]
[ooc: feel free to bother him, especially if you were in his dream. Or, you know, fire spewing elves interest you.]