Training grounds

The male would walk up to one of the wooden dummies, his armor barely making any noise. The sun would give the scene a very bright look to it, though Dom' was almost entirely gray. He would stand about ten feet from the dummy, his head tilted, peering at the lifeless figure. It has been a long time since his sword "Malachi" was unsheathed in a hostile fashion, even for training. At least his foe would not strike back here, something he wasn't sure he was ready for just yet. Working out the rust in his form would do him good in the coming months. He knew soon there would be other clans, or those wishing to overthrow his power. He had four attempts at a mutany the last time Redemption was around, and he wasn't taking any chances this time. Nodding to himself, he would take a deep breath in and release it slowly, lifting his gray hues to the form of the dummy. As a dark cloud moved in front of the sun, stealing sunlight from the valley, he made his move. Launching himself forward with a powerful kick off the ground, his hand slid to the hilt of "Malachi", sliding the blade from it's sheath. As his form passed the wooden dummy, the sword would be out and sliding it's deadly blade against the arm of the wooden figure. As he landed lightly on his feet about two yards from the dummy, a medium sized gouge would be seen in it's arm. The male would stand up, sheathing the sword, content on his attack only taking a mere seconds of time. Once the blade was stowed away, his form would swing around with his foot moving high for the chin of the dummy. A crack would be heard as his foot connected at it's target, lifting the dummy from it's post. Kicking off the ground, he would spin his form as he met the other figure in the air, bringing his foot down at it's back. Another crack would be heard as he successfully hit the dummy, bringing a loud thud as it hit the ground. Again, he would land gracefully a few feet from the now tattered training figure. Smirking, he would sit down, relaxing against a tree.