The warriors were in the warm-up room. Some like Senemon and Thalorian were resting. Slasher was chatting with the Spears of Air, especially Julea, telling her about his incredible "Adventures" and "accomplishments." Dragenal was practicing alone, throwing her ax at a fighting dummy. Ophol was just sitting, staring at the ceiling, about to fall asleep. Daturalan was practicing with his bow, shooting arrows at stones floating above a lava pit. Hemelor was pathetically trying to flirt with Dragenal.

You, Seraphael and Liovena were training, Seraphael was telling Liovena what moves to make to attack you, and telling you what to do to defend yourself.

Seraphael: "Then you swing your sword to the left! Their two weapons collide and-"

Liovena yawned at what Seraphael said, he always did that every time they trained.

Liovena: "Come on, Seraphael! Let us train on our own!" She said, giggling a bit.