[center][h1][color=cyan][i][b]Luca  Stormgrim[/b][/i][/color][/h1][i][sub]Interacting with: ...[/sub][/i][img]http://i.imgur.com/0tVmfbe.png[/img][/center]
Luca was practicing by himself in one of the rooms in the training hall, his chained blades flying all over the place. He gave the chain a small tug, making the blades arch and fly towards him. Over and over, he sidestepped, ducked and jumped in graceful dance-like movements. No one bothered him when he practiced, mainly because no one wanted to get in the way of his razor sharp blades. But several of the Templars have requested to watch when he did it. He was, after all, the only one who uses chained blades.

A loud expletive came from the door. 

Luca turned his icy blue eyes towards the door even as he continued to move in perfect precision and accuracy. The Holy Templar that often watched him practice stood there, Luca's blades narrowly missing his face. If he had been an inch nearer, they would have found their sheaths in his face. [color=cyan]"I would think that by now, you would have gotten used to staying away while I practice with my blades,"[/color] he called out, giving the chain a last tug. The chain wrapped around his hips. He reached out and caught the blades by their handles. He tucked them into their sheaths on either side of his hips. [color=cyan]"What do you need?"[/color]

[color=tan]"H-hey Luca. That was a close one. I should really..."[/color] The Holy Templar paused, cleared his throat and stood up straighter. [color=tan]"Luca Stormgrim, His Holiness Gregory Ascended Templar Markovic requested your presence in his office. I am here to escort you."[/color]

Luca merely stared at the Templar and then nodded. [color=cyan]"Right. I suppose we shouldn't keep His Holiness waiting,"[/color] he said as he walked towards the door.