Zenith watched some of the people training around him, the day was perfect for training and that was exactly why he had come here. With Salvations Judgement by his side the Archangel of Life intended to increase his skills with a blade so that he was able to better help the forces of light and life fight against the Darkness of Arda. Walking towards one of the areas for training Zenith withdrew his blade and began to strike at the dummy that was placed there, his blades slicing easily into the thing and soon removing one of the arms. Seeing this Zenith looked from side to side, unsure of what to do, he needed to train but his Holy Blade was cutting through the training items to easily. What he really needed was someone to train with, someone that would with any luck give him a challenge on this day. Curling his lips into a small and yet playful smirk Zenith looked about the area for someone to train with, he could see other groups training together with sword, spears, even two fighting against each other with large war hammers which Zenith thought was rather interesting as he had never seen two large Orcs battling each other with War hammers before in his life.

Continuing to watch these two very powerful Orcs Zenith was blissfully unaware that the one he was destined to battle with on that day had not long entered the training grounds and was infact on his way towards the angel at that very second. Soon one of the Orcs had smashed his hammer into the gut of the other which, even though it had not been done to him, made even Zenith wince slightly in pain. It was as he was watching these men that the Archangel head of voice behind and turned to see who had spoken to him.