[b]Ranulf Edom
Gardens of Beacon
Tagged;; Pax Ianthe[/b]

	The stretching finished, Ranulf inhaled, closing his eyes for a moment, and feeling his Aura within his body. As he did so, a spike of crimson energy began to blast around his body, before fading away. Slowly exhaling from the quick Aura exercise, the crimson-haired teenager smirked to himself, cracking his neck to the side. That purple-haired child...or was it a teenager? Whatever, his name was Pax, and he had decided to sleep under a tree nearby. It wasn't a concern. Walking into the soft, comfortable grass of the garden's courtyard, Ranulf began to work through the basic movements of his self-created fighting style. Seemingly faced against an invisible opponent, the boy brought his fists up under his chin, in a guard reminiscent to that of televised boxers. In front of him, in his mind's eye, a man appeared. He was around the same height of Ranulf, with a grizzled face, and a dark gray afro and handle-bar mustache. 

	[b]"Old man...time to get your ass whooped."[/b] Old Man Sensei had always said to imagine someone you wanted to beat, when training...so that's what he would do. He still couldn't beat the Old Man, but at least he could try. Jumping slightly on the toes of his feet, Ranulf darted forward through the grassy clearing, his right arm abruptly blurring through the air, slamming into the imagined mid-secction of the Old-Man. As the Old-Man easily blocked the punch, Ranulf swayed to the side, twisting on his heels and blurring three wind-quick, yet powerful jabs towards the man's unguarded face, before ducking down and blasting back up in a dynamic upper-cut. As it was barely blocked, the boy continued to press on in his powerful offense, never letting up. To outside viewers, it made for a pretty scary scene. With each punch Ranulf sent to his invisible enemy, the wind whistled from the force, and you could actually see the air warping around each thrown fist. The shadow-boxing's tempo increased until it was a maelstorm of weaving, swaying, and blurring, dynamite punches.