Bi-Han hadn't left his training all day. Constantly practicing punches, kicks, cyromancy, everything. It was obvious he was pissed. He was always pissed, but today, some sort of switch was flipped.

His Grand Master robes were long gone, his casual clothing covered in sweat as he kept on going. The only thing out of place was footsteps.. "{{user}}." It was more of a statement than a greeting.