With practiced steps, he began to slice into the air with a rhythm, forming X's at first, before slowly making his movements more intricate and complicated. Soon his sword was performing routines, blocks and ripostes seemingly coming out of nowhere. The swordsman's attacks were being performed swifter and swifter. His movements were sleek but powerful, and after each routine was done he let out a 'hya'. Suddenly he stepped forward, and hacked at the closest dummy, slicing it beneath its armpits, at the neck, the heart. 

Meldarion knew just as any fighter did that training only accounted for a fraction of your survival in a true battle, but he needed every advantage he could get. The War was coming soon, and he'd be here to meet it head on. Even with the cold, he was bare chested as he practiced; hard muscle and a defined physique lightly drenched in sweat as he finished his training for the day, and he sheathed his sword before wiping himself down. He wasn't about to sweat within his clothing, or he would [i]truly[/i] become cold. 

He left the training yard within the walls of the city, and made his way straight towards the meeting hall where they were discussing what to do about the incoming Wyldling invasion. Having donned his full armor, he arrived inside the hall just as Jarl Sigbjorn had asked for people to speak, and he listened to Dag, Brenna, and Beric give their piece. He decided it was his turn, having halted at the entrance but now wading through the crowd to the front to face Sigbjorn. 

"What of the people within these walls, and the surrounding villages?" the swordsman asked, his voice carrying the weight of command, having been drilled in him from years of ordering fellow infantrymen. "Are we to abandon them to the Wyldlings?" Meldarion glanced behind him at the crowd. "I agree with Brenna, and Beric. If we're to die, it'll be with a sword in our hands. Not to fade away with this planet. I don't know about any of you, but a quick death by a blade or arrow is preferable to me than clinging to this dying world. And even if that were not so, and we can save this world, it is our duty to keep the Wyldling eyes fixed on our defenses, and not on the defenceless."