As he enters he notices that the training room is unlike others.
The high ceilings are light with strange humming orbs of light and the walls seem to be made of wood. The commander stands beside a weapon rack, the floor near him is covered in specks of blood. Beside the weapon rack is a trio of dummies with battle armour and shields. In the direct centre of the room is a fighting ring with multiple weapons surrounding it. A strong scent of lavender fills his nostrils and the air tastes sweet.
"Welcome to training
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"Swords? Shields? Shouldn't we be using guns?"
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He laughs heartily and looks him in the eye "Learn with these first, come in" A young recruit enters the room behind you. His hair is military required length and everything about him yells square. "This is derek you will be practising hand to hand today"
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"Okay then." [b]He grabs a one handed sword and shield.[/b]