[color=39b54a][h1]Cyrus grove Enson, King of Woodgrove[/h1][/color]
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Cyrus tapped his feet with annoyance as he waited for his sons in the training hall. The training hall had targets and daggers lined up on a wooden table. His family sword was strapped to his side and light weight armor lay on his body to in sure that he had fluent movement. Today he was going to show his sons some ways on how to throw daggers and a little bit of ways on how to knock someone out quickly. He walked over to the table and looked at the dangerous yet beautifully built daggers with silver and gold. He saw his reflection of his peculiar orange and green eyes as then flicked from each dagger. He picked one up and walked to a red line where the target was ahead about a pretty good distance. [color=39b54a] "I might as well practice before they come." [/color] The king mumbled as he drew his arm back over his head. His muscles tenced as he let loose the dagger that flew like lightning and hit the target dead centered as always. His son's on the other hand have trouble throwing and usually hit the outer rim or miss completely. Cyrus rolled his shoulders and walked towards the target and pulled the dagger out in one swift movement. He then sets the dagger down on the wooden table and plops down in a chair that sits next to the tab and begin to waite for his sons.