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A training area for the resistance, this is located in the Outskirts, too far from the wall to be spotted by patrols but not close to the city either. The facility holds any and all of the training supplies that the resistance spies are able to scrounge up. The floor is dirt, and the walls and ceiling are white and plain.

Roleplay!

Draght rolled his shoulders, then his neck, shifting foot to foot as he prepared himself for the rest of his training exercise. He'd been at it for most of the day starting from early morning and it was about mid afternoon now. He'd worked up quite the sweat and was still going at it. He'd woken up from nightmares, all of them including either his parents or Lyria. Most of the time he'd become the monster he feared himself to be. He hadn't realized he'd tensed up as he recalled this but snapping back to reality he loosened his body once more, fixed his focus and began driving the punches back into the punching bag, fighting off those horrible dreams.

It took Draght a few minutes to actually stop brutally beating the punching bag, take a step back and notice her though it wasn't because he'd caught sight of her at first, he'd sensed her presence once he wasn't focused on tearing the bag apart and then glanced over, his blue gaze landing on her. His expression was blank for a moment or two, recalling his nightmares that she'd been in, usually always dying in his arms, before his expression softened and a small smile formed on his lips. "Afternoon Lyria," he voiced, relaxing his stance.

Draght nodded before he glanced at the punching bag and shrugged a bit before he went over to his bag to grab a towel he brought to wipe off some of his sweat. When he was satisfied he wrapped it around his neck and looked at her once more, noticing the concern on her face and hid the fact he was slightly uncomfortable with it. He was lucky to have someone like Lyria, who didn't get too hung up on his inability to communicate properly or his lack of understanding with the human emotions. He made his way over to her then, "how did it go this morning?"

((I was thinking patrol kinda of thing))

Draght's smile widened a bit at this affectionate action, something he wasn't used to even after the months they'd been going out for. It was a nice thing though. "That's good," he said, knowing he'd only freak out if he found out that something happened he'd freak. Draght shrugged at her question, "uneventful," he responded. It was his day off today so he'd stuck to just training since being left alone to his thoughts didn't sound too pleasing. He knew though that she was giving him opportunities to tell her about what was bugging him but he wasn't the type of person to share his fears and dreams. Mainly though, he didn't want her thinking his lack of sleep was her fault for being in a relationship with him or something silly like that.

Draght only nodded a bit before he glanced briefly around the room, "what brought you here?" he asked, looking back down at her. There could be various possible reasons for her initially being here and some not including him until last moment when she got here and saw he was here as well. "Contemplating getting some training in today?" he voiced, tilting his head a bit to the side. If it hadn't been the plan he'd offer for them to get something to eat, some time together as well as actually getting something to eat today.

Draght shook his head, "if you want to," he corrected, sliding his hand through his hair, "I was just thinking we could go get something to eat," he offered, "if you wish," he added afterwards. He wouldn't be deeply wounded if she declined, he understood, he was glad their relationship didn't consist of fights every day like his parents had. He enjoyed the time he spent with her, even if they were training separately in the same room.

Draght looked down at her dryly with the whole name thing but ended up shaking his head a bit in amusement. He turned and headed for his stuff once more, "I don't go out much, not sure where's good, choices are various," he mused as he slung his bag onto his shoulder and made his way back over to her, "though I'd doubt you'd want something I cooked," he muttered. He usually burned everything he tried to cook, he was better at torturing than cooking and he was pretty lousy at torturing since he frankly hated it.

"I burned the noddles you told me to watch two weeks ago," Draght pointed out. He ran a hand through his hair once more, looking down at her, grunting as he nodded, "sure, we'll meet in our usually spot outside? I need to shower and change," he murmured lowly, waiting for her agreement or lack of in response.

Draght chuckled a bit, an odd sound, deep and masculine but it was also quick and quiet. "Maybe," he compromised, meeting her gaze, "if you want to try, sure," he replied. Couples did things like that correct? Either way it would get his mind off his dreams, spend time with her and learn something new. Draght nodded, "see you," he agreed and headed out of the room and to the showers.

((Sure, where to? Should we just pick a location and summarize them getting there??))

Continued at The Light Moon's

Coming from the Light Moon's

They eventually reentered the underground facility and Draght glanced at Lyria, "do you want assistance?" He gruffly asked, referring to general training. He still had to finish his usual routine and it was a usual thing to offer to train her.

Draght nodded and went over to grab his things that he'd left here knowing he'd return. Draght took off his shirt leaving just his white undershirt. He then made his way over to where Lyria had gone, their usual training area. "What should we work on today?" He asked her.

Draght noticed that she'd gotten right to it and felt a brief surge of pride because of it. He snorted, "are you calling me old?" He said, his tone dry but there was humor in it she'd be able to detect. He nodded though, wrapping his fists as he made his way over to her, "let's move this to the mats."

Draght was able to give her a small smile in return. Draght hummed and shook his head, he wasn't old, just older than her. Draght then followed her onto the mats, finishing with wrapping his fists. Draght shifted into his fighting stance, "you're leaving your stomach to open," he reminded her, her arms being positioned just a little too close to her face. It would take an ounce too long to block her stomach and even longer for her legs, a second too long.

Draght got right into his full on work mode, since this was what the man did for a living. He grunted his approval at her fixed position and upon seeing that she wasn't going to bother making the first move proceeded to. He threw a firm punch towards her face, though there was a retraint of power but enough that it would still be a certain challenge.

Draght predicted she'd dodge so drawing his fist back was an easy manoeuvre once practiced till it was instinct. In that time he'd blocked her kick and had his other arm in position to block her punch and threw his other fist at the same time in an upper cut motion though changed it last minute in the direction of her stomach.

Draght blocked the first punch swiftly but instead of blocking her other fiat aiming for his face, he caught it and spun her around so her leg being lifted from the ground caused her to be unbalanced. Fortunately, he had a strong enough grip on her to keep her from falling on her ass. He then bent her arm behind her back to immoblize it and enable her to turn too much.

Draght saw the head butt coming before it could hit him and simply held her enough away from him that it wouldn't be able to hit him. He knew she was still able to get out of this hold so he kept his grip on her until she did so. Though he would release her if she didn't and they begin again.

Draght recognized what she was doing and loosened his grip like an average opponent would. This allowed her the chance to kick back his knee causing it to buckle so he landed on it and his grip on her to release altogether. "Good," he grunted and got up, stepping back into stance, "again," he commanded. He motioned for her to come at him.

Draght didn't bother blocking this time, instead used her momentum from her punches to his advantage. So he dodged them and moved around to elbow her back so she'd fall forward and shifted back into stance to wait for her to get up. His expression was just as neutral as it usually was, giving nothing away. He didn't even show any remaining sting from the kick to his knee.

Draght was preapred for her attack, grasped her ankle and immediately placed his other hand on her thigh, lifting her up and flipped her onto her back by basically dragging her through the air in an arch. The mats broke her fall fortunately, he would never intentionally hurt or injury her in such a way. He moved away once more into stance to prepare for her next attack. He had years of experience so it was generally rare for him to be taken down, especially without a fight.

Draght fell into the place he ususally did when sparring, a odd calm state that allowed him to instinctively fight, move and predict. He dodged the kick and the punch aimed for his face and blocked the one to his side and in that same motion shot two punches, one at her abdomen and the other at her chest while getting into position to strike his knee into her stomach after while she was distracted by the punch aiming for her chest.

((Erm. Well sure, that sounds good. We can do a few more posts and they can call it a day and she could offer to head back to her place etc... ??))

((Awesome))

Draght lowered his leg once his knee made contact, knowing better than to wait a moment with his leg still in the air to watch her reaction. It was a mistake many recruits made which usually was what caused their downfall. Due to the quick retreat he was easily prepared to block her punch and in the same motion pushed her leg away when she attempted to kick his face. Draght watched her, knowing he'd have to close the distance between them and he decided then that he wanted to see if she had improved in her escape techniques for freeing herself from being pinned. So in a swift movement Draght closed the distance between them and thrust a fist towards her one after the other so she'd be forced to block each one that came after her, giving her no room to do anything but defend herself. After one last punch aimed towards her stomach, he swifted outstretched a leg as he lowered himself and spun to knock her off her feet and lunged so that he would hit her as she fell to knock the air out of her. By the time her back hit the floor, Draght had her pinned, propped up enough that any damage her head could create was futile due to distance. He had her hands pinned, a hand wrapped around the wrists and keeping them pressed against the ground far above her head while his knees were on either side of her thighs and his toes pressing against the ground on the opposite side of her leg from his knees to successfully pin her legs down. Finally, his free arm, his forearm was pressed against her chest to keep her body from thrashing beneath him. Draght pinned her with his gaze, challenging her to free herself without even saying a word.

((Kk! Night!))

((No worries. I had to remind myself of what was going down here ^^))

Draght fell for her ensnarement but before he could even counter, she released him and held up her hands. He raised a brow, propping himself up until he was sitting up, looking at her. "Okay," he agreed compliantly but cautiously as well. He wondered what she was thinking since they often trained longer. Though, even that was nothing compared to how much he tended to train daily on his own. Wiping his hands on his pants, he got onto his feet, listening to her while heading over to their bags to get their waters. He picked them up and looked at his, his bright eyes meeting her gaze. "Your place should be fine," he agreed, "getting it delivered?" he asked to clarify. He didn't leave resistance territory, unable to. The Council knew him and if he showed up in public places, they'd capture him once again. However, Lyria was always an exception to every rule he had made for himself.

((shit! Sorry! O.o))

Draght nodded, chugging the contents of his water down he closed it and put it back into his bag. "Sounds excellent then," he said. Outwardly, he expression didn't show much emotion but he was quite happy to spend some time with her. They didn't spend a lot of time outside of the base so it would be a nice and different environment. He doubted he would be able to let his guard down in the slightest the entire time though.
He slid his bag's strap onto his shoulder and glanced over at her. He moved closer, bending down a bit and ran a thumb lightly under her eye. "Are you okay?" he asked. She looked slightly off and it was bringing out his protective and concerned nature.

Draght nodded, adjusting his bag before he stuck by her side, heading with her to the exit. He didn't believe her, not really but he trusted her to tell him when something was really getting to her. He never pried out of respect but his sturdy presence assured her that he was there if she ever did need him. He watched her from the corner of his gaze, always finding himself captivated by her more and more as each day passed. Emotions like this, the dependence was something he feared but could not bear to lose.
"Not too much," he added, his tone serious but there was a teasing glint in his gaze that would be easy to miss if one was unaware of the possibility of its existence.

((Probably, could you begin over there? If you don't mind >~<))

((kk))