Who: HUNK and Ginovaef What: Training session to determine strengths. And probably lots of pissing matches. Where: Training center of the Coralon Complex. (What, there probably is one.) Rating: Uh, Ginovaef's in this. We'll say R to be safe.
The morning was bright and bitter and held the scents of the forest and sea, the underlying tang of the abandoned city riding the currents. The fog that had rolled during the night was beginning to burn off under the early sun.
The air inside the complex has not had the time to heat from the sun, and it is cool and still. In the quiet, HUNK allowed another short jab to roll down the length of his arm, to withdraw and stretch the knots from the muscles, going through a series of quick coordination exercises.