WS T2 logs

Alva released a small breath as he started to flow his soul through the Sword of Requiem as he shifted his footing briefly as he was practicing his swings. He felt the pull of his soul as he was able to fully meld with the weapon given he was able to manifest his soul wit it in term linking the two.  With each slash saw a flash of memories starting to flood through his mind, the

Alva huffed a bit after he releases his hold on the tree to get a better angle at his work, almost everywhere in his perimeter were logs. Hanging from the sturdy branches he gave it a good whack with his weapon, soon the logs swung violently as they collided with one another causing chain reaction to occur as they bounced off one another to the point where two logs were coming towards Alva simultaneously. While he could sense it coming, he couldn't stop the attack from colliding with the back of his head while stopping one of the logs. In a daze, Alva held his head and crumbled a bit trying to regain some of his composure. The logs did hurt, so this was perfect training for him getting used to his weights, fighting multiple enemies and then some, or at least that's what he thought.

Alva with a furrowed brow  placed his hand on the ground as he slowly picked himself up after his last bout. He was making some more improvements as he felt his reaction time slowly acclimating to his weights as he was able to dodge some of the logs, but he was still getting hit or not reacting enough in order to block an incoming blow. "Dammit." he cursed as he held his back this time as he reached over to pick up his weapon. He wasn't making as much progress like he had originally envisioned bothered him greatly, the picture of the hunter he had in mind was already being overshadowed by others who had already taken his place and while he was truly happy for them, he was the weakest link, or at least he felt like he was compared to the others. He knew he felt inferior to people of Murky Snow and maybe Hellstorm, and rightfully so as he held them on a higher plane of importance.

||This was truly unbecoming as a Hunter, hell what would his parents say to him if they saw how deep in a rut the was over stuff like this? Would they berate him? Tell him that he's over thinking things? He honestly didn't know and that's what was bothering him the most. "This is pathetic." Alva said as he started to direct his anger towards the logs surrounding him as he wacked one as hard as he could sending it flying into another starting the chain reaction again.

Alva steeled his mind as shifted his footing watching the logs coming towards him, firs the struck the log rather had before getting himself pushed back. “Shit.” He didn’t notice it but there was a second log behind the first adding more force towards the impact, he also had some coming from the side and luckily nothing was coming from the back. First, he dashed forward thinking he could tank the incoming blow by using his sheath to block most of the built-up impact causing him to stagger backwards. He didn’t have much time to retaliate so he ducked under narrowly avoiding another strike.


During the time, Alva found his mind wisked away into another world, possibly the memories of his sword, he saw copius amounts of bloodshed soaking into the sword. He didn't know if it was exactly from the Sword of Requim, or maybe it was all the warrior's cursing the blade? Regardless of how, he knew of the suddle cursed energy being filled within the blade, nor did it really matter as Alva was awash with vivid imgary of death overtaking the blade, corrupting it to the point where it seeped through his own soul was well, a resonce betweent he two? Either way Alva found his mind breifly overtaken by what he saw before being thrusted back out in the gym of Hellstorm.

". .. " He looked around taking note of where he was before he sheathed hs weapon with a shaky hand, wondering about all that he had witnessed when training.