Grey had urged White to the training room early that morning, forcing her into drills to where she would activate Champion on a minute's notice. They had no real target to practice with, but White sat there meditating to train her mind, activating Champion and then deactivating it seconds later. Her new record, activation at least 12 times in an hour before she got tired.
"That's a new one," she mumbled to herself, armor morphing back into the familiar clothes she wore on an everyday basis. "Alright Grey, it's your turn." Eyes closed and soon Grey's familiar red were seen. He stood up, pulling the rag out from his jacket pocket. A quick flick and the great lance was there. There were practiced swings, the tip of the lance landing on the floor, and Grey making a slow sweep starting from the ground up.
Soon he was twirling the great lance in practiced movements that it almost seemed as if he were dancing with it rather than practicing fight moves. The air whistled with each stroke, red eyes focused as Champion throbbed gently in his mind. It was all about focus, to concentrate on only one thing...
It sure is lonely sometimes, aren't you lonely? White suddenly asked, breaking Grey's concentration and causing him to drop the great lance on his foot (Though luckily for him it was the blunt end). Grey's howl of pain echoed throughout the head quarters.
