After the walk that Casper and I had went on, I retired to my cell for some sleep. The night went quickly, with no dreams, all I had was some bad thoughts when I woke in the morning. "Good morning, Quinn. How did you sleep." "Good." I replied and got out of bed, I noticed I discarded my pants. I probably threw them off when sleeping or something. The jeans by the cell door proved that theory. I stumbled to the bathroom and freshened up as much as a fourteen year old could. A knock sounded in the door, and not exactly polite. "Training, sweetheart, rise and shine!" A fake enthusiastic voice called from outside the cell door. A pair of clothing was thrown to the floor threw a hatch that I didn't notice before. I lifted up the shirt, it was more armorlike then anything. With a straps that ran across the chest from the left shoulder to the right hip. And a belt that held a holster for a gun, presumably the hand cannon. It was gray in color, similar to the metal. I put the clothing on, but I wasn't used to the material. It was like latex, but not quite as tight, a blessing for us guys. The holster was comfortable, though it looked empty without a weapon. I sighed and checked myself out in the mirror. The clothing looked fine, if not exhibitionist, and they were fitted to my size. But I don't remeber being measured, that's weird. "You ready?" Casper asked. "Let's get this over with." I opened the cell and followed Casper's lead. "There are a few things you need to know about training." Casper led a leisurely place. We went the same way we traveled last night, the window only showed some orange. "Training consists of three classes, W-." "Warlock, Hunter, and Titan. Please continue." "Those abilities differ among the clas-." "Warlock has Solar and Void energy, which is more aggressive. Hunter has Arc and Solar energy, which is good for close combat. And Titan has Arc and Void energy, which is supportive." "And how do you know this?" "We're players, we played this game. You got to choose your class." "What was your class, Quinn?" "Warlock, both subclasses. Maxed out both by 30." "Excuse me?" Casper looked confused. "Or rather, I mastered both Sunsinger and Voidwalker." "Which did you prefer?" "Both, depending on the situation." "I see...Do you know of the arc subclass?" "No, I didn't." "Oh well, only a few can achieve it." "What do you mean by achieve?" "Only the greatest Warlocks can master the Arc energy, easily the strongest abilities." "What's it do?" "Nothing, really, nobody knows except the Warlocks who wielded it, and they never shared their secrets." "Oh, well..you've got a new Warlock." "And is he going to master the supposed strongest subclass ever?" "He hopes to." --- Casper led me to a large room that looked like a small gym. Training equipment like punching bags, sparring rinks, assorted weapons, firing ranges, and some other things. Other players milled about in the same place, they talked to other players, or their ghosts. Guardians stood to the side either as chaperones or training in general. A man entered the room by shoving open a pair of dual doors the opposite of where I was standing. "Alright, pansies, get in a line!" I hate this guy already. He didn't look anything short of the word masculine. Armor with decorative spikes and sharp features, heavy boots, elaborate gauntlets. I don't see how anyone could fight in such heavy wear. We got into a line with him yelling at us for being too slow or meandering too long. I stood casually looking this guy up and down, he was a threat, but I've handled worse. The man stepped up to me, and looked me down. "You." The man stared me down, "fight him." He pointed at someone standing three players from me. We looked at each other and stepped out awkwardly. "You can use any weapon in this arena, only rule is, you can't kill the other Guardian, understood?" The other player and I gave an agreement. "I said, understood?" The man yelled with emphasis. "Yes, sir." The player and I said in unison. Gunfire cracked the air and made some of us jump, "begin." The man said halfheartedly.