Lucian anxiously paced across the outdoor arena, awaiting someone worthy of fighting. The only people who he had seen here so far were weak, novice warriors and their even weaker apprentices.

Now growing bored with waiting, Lucian walked over to the wooden practice dummies. He stared at the dummy's wooden head for a good while before punching a whole through it's stomach, withdrawling his hand, and decapitating the dummy with a roundhouse kick.

Lucian smiled at the mess he had made of the area and soon walked to a nearby tree. He crouched down, at the base of the tree, then vaulted himself into the air landing on one of the top branches. There he sat, still awaiting a worthy opponent.

Boomer sat quietly on the edge of the field in peaceful meditation. He sat, growing with the grass and the trees all around him and feeling their power flow through him and back out into the ground. He is snapped back to reality, however, when a flying dummy head hits him in the face.

He slits open one eye. "Who is there, that disturbs my tranquility?" He peers around, then spots someone in the branch of a nearby tree. "You!" he says, pointing to the man. "Was it you who removed this," he picks up the dummy head, "from its body?"