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Stepney yawned when light slowly crept through his window and started to play along his face. He turned away from the invading sun rays he really wanted to sleep in today, however the light continued its grand trek through his room until the light reflected off one of his many metal object back into his face. Growling he began his morning struggle to free himself from the sheets that seeked to keep him trapped in bed. He could feel the bruises from yesterday making themselves know as he got up and dressed himself.

Disgruntled he left bedroom and acquired breakfast. he slowly began some final tuning on his arm chewing away at buttered toast. The arm was a sleek model much like the one he'd started the yesterday with rather than the crude mess he had to use in the tournament stage. A glance at the clock told Stepney it was about 8:30, reluctantly he got to his feet and attached the arm, he felt a shock run through his body as it reattached causing him to yelp, he was never going to get used to that. Making sure he had all his tools for a journey Stepney made his way out the door and towards the guild.