"I'm not much of a fighter guy." Luke spoke to the girl that chatted him up as he reached for a staff. It was a very long wooden staff with steel ends. They were quite heavy, but managable. He took a tight grip of the staff on both of his hands and swung with both sides at thin air. "This one seems quite my type." He continued swinging it a few times, almost hitting the newly met girl.

"Oh, and I'm Luke. Nice to meet you." Luke spoke as he turned around to pick a dummy to hit. There were human dummies, wolf dummies, basically an assortment of enemies waiting to be sliced and diced. They were placed on a wooden stick it seemed. It was probably for replacing them, since some people here can obliderate a tarket with a few swings.

Luke picked out a target and left the girl by the weapons. He stood in front of the human dummy about his size, concentrating. He swung the right side of his staff at the dummy's head as hard as he could, bending it a little. The dummy was made out of rubber-ish material, so it bounced right back. Only sharp things can destroy them. He swung again. Remembered Peter, the guy he killed, his mind was engulfed in rage, and he swung at the dummy repeatedly until he was exhausted. The staff was heavier than it looked after all."I might aswell just go to my room. I'll start training tomorrow." Luke thought out loud and took off towards the room with the staff in hands.