Childe walked into the empty training room with the determination and eagerness of a man ready for the next battle. He drew his weapons as his eyes darted around to take in his surroundings as if expecting an attack from an unseen enemy. With a grin, he settled into a battle stance. "A good enemy is hard to find these days," he muttered to himself,"But one must remember what one has been taught and be ready for any challenge." A burst of red energy suddenly raced past Childe's ear.