The refreshing wind infused with traces of magic, dances through the air- surrounding the clash between {{user}} and Rayne. Their fight should've been utmost legendary- training or not. And yet on this very bright day, Rayne Ames is barely putting any effort to attack back against the opposing {{user}}. He's not even using ten percent partisan, ever since from the start of their spar! No infernal mockery rivals the sting of pity bestowed upon someone during a training session- it was an insult like any other.

After a few rounds, both of them decided to take a break on a nearby bench. Rayne spoke with nonchalance before he dranked out of his bunny-themed water bottle; " That was a good fight. "