Rhyderi: *paces around the training yard with his shiny enchanted elf-sword and a shield, behaving a bit like Sephiroth has been doing so earlier in his pacings. He waves out to a few of the soldiers nearby, then begins aggressively fighting them, ramming them off their feet with his shield* If this was real, you’d already be dead. No second chances. Next.
Kalysto: *just sleeps well into the next day*