Using Human-form Aaron
Aaron's eyes were narrowed in concentration, as he practiced his fighting skills next to a branch-waterfall in Idalani. He was here because it was quiet, cool, and spacious. Not only that, it was the perfect place to meditate, if he so chose to do so. But that wasn't his style. He was a down-and-dirty fighter. Martial arts, knives, guns, whips - you name it, he knew how to use it to hurt or kill someone. And this skill was important to the Castle. There was a storm coming, the building had told him, and he must be prepared for the lightning. In other words - training.
With that thought, he tried another jump, and spun with his leg out in a mid-air kick. He landed perfectly this time, which was a distinct improvement. Now, he practiced punches.
"Hyaa! Hyaa! Hyaa! Hyaa!"
He screamed with each punch, feeling the power of his voice and his fists become one. He'd always loved to train, and now was no exception. Especially not when he was actually needed. It had been a bit odd, trying to accept being uprooted. But he fit in. He was the only one that knew the Castle's secret. And he would never tell a soul until the Castle itself was ready. But that was a thought for another day.
He danced lightly on the balls of his feet from one leg to the other, shifting his weight as easily as though he had been born to fighting. He had. Out came a switchblade from his pocket, and slashed the air. Now, he was practicing the strokes and methods of the knife fight. Close-quarters combat was his specialty. And with tensions rising, he'd had plenty of time and reason to practice. He was good. No one watching him could deny that. But he was still not good ENOUGH.
