[color=goldenrod][u][h2]Aliseth[/h2][/u][/COLOR][hr][COLOR=#C0C0C0]Guard Tower[/COLOR]
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[color=goldenrod]""[/color]

Splinters of wood and scuffed boot marks littered the snow around the training dummy. The echoing thwack's of metal on wood had now ceased and only Aliseth's heavy breathing remained. 

[color=Gray]"Thats, uh, a strong swing. Sir."[/color] came the awe struck voice of a lower rank Lunarian guard. Standing idly where Aliseth left him.
[color=Gray]"I mean. You were chopping through that like you had an axe."[/color]

Aliseth adopt his regal posture once again and turned to face the voice. He didn't know this guards name. The man was quite tall, with short black hair. A thick, untidy beard that Aliseth found unbefitting of a guard. And brown almost empty eyes that stared right back at the higher ranking superior. 

[color=goldenrod]"The Wood is old, it's getting weak."[/color] Aliseth reply dismissively, glancing one last time and the wooden figure before striding across the field towards the guard and the covered crate beside him.

[color=goldenrod]"And you are sure it can be tamed?"[/color] Aliseth asked the guard while looking to the crate, kneeling down before it and lifting the corner flap to peer inside.

[color=Gray]"Yes, I believe so. I mean, we have trained wolves before so this should be easy. It appears young enough. It, um. It just needs to survive."[/color] There was a hesitant doubt in his voice, his tone revealing his belief. It wouldn't survive.

Coming to stand and having to look up slightly to capture the tall guards eyes, Aliseth towered over him with authority, if not height.  [color=goldenrod]"See that it does."[/color] He simply yet firmly commanded as he handed over his blade. 
[color=goldenrod]"And have this sharpened for me. I'll have both back on the morrow, here, same time.[/color]

A dismissive nod saw the guard carefully gather the sword and crate, return an awkward bow, and then hurry off, leaving Aliseth truly alone this time in the training grounds. 

It would not be long before others came to the space but before they did, he wander out across the icy field, unbuckling a gauntlet as he did and after stripping off the layers of metal and leather, he ran his bare finger across the deep scars in the wood. It was easy to find the ones he made, few others had bit so deep. 

He mused in silence at the effects of his enhanced strength. Then his thoughts fell back to his recent fight. The effortless clean cut that removed Able's head. It was a speed and ease few guards could hope to mimic. But maybe he could. He swallowed down the pain of those memories as his hand balled into a fist against the wood. He knew then he would have to learn how to control his new power, and quickly.