Austin's eyes snapped open, narrowed in annoyance. He stood up slowly, exiting the room. At a brisk pace, he walked to the arena. He listened, a small smirk appearing on his face. This would be no difficulty. He grabbed his suit and quickly changed, stretching slightly. He walked to the phorros section, where he found a free dummy. He crouched on the ground and closed his eyes, concentrating. Rock then began to flow over his fisted hands and up his form arm. Then he stopped. He wasn't sure about the possibilities of using earth to his advantage, but no reason to not try things. He stood, where he began to punch the dummy with a fury. His teeth were bared, an almost feral look to him. His main goal, dummy or not: kill it. His hands felt nothing, the rocks creating a layer of protection. He then jumped, a trail of earth following it, where he kicked, the earth slamming straight into the dummies chest with a dull thwack. He felt his control of the rock slipping, and it fell from his hands, gathering in small piles on either side of him. He could only keep the earth in control for a short time before it slipped from his grasp.