“She’ll be fine,” Stanislav said waving a hand towards the taller girl, “She’s young enough for teeth to grow back. I think?” He was about to add more when suddenly the girl took to the air, hovering eye level with him. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped at the sudden absence of words. He tried to find it again, mouth closing and opening a few more times but they were already gone. Instead he snapped the book shut and picked the first ones that came to mind has he clasped the younger girl’s hand in his own, shaking once, “Stanislav.” He said, before adding a simple “So how does that work then?” Nodding to the giant wing pack mounted on her back. 

As the taller one stood up, and gave her name, he couldn't help but catch the insignia engraved in her weapon, "A pleasure to meet you, Vanessa and Ciela" He said, turning his head to look at her, "Interesting sword you carry there, is it a Legion piece?" He already knew the answer of course, it was a true-blue Kovac piece, all original as well. He just wanted to here her talk about it a little, tickle his pride and what not.

"Off to the training grounds," Chrohn ordered not to anyone in particular, if anything it was more so to himself. It had been some time since he'd last taken a portion of his day to dedicate exclusively to his training. Typically, free time was often spent catching up on sleep, studies, sleep or video games due to how often Chrohn had been out and about, what with working at the store, dealing with official reports regarding the events that transpire at the Pendragon Funeral, and the occasional mission. Sure, as of right now Chrohn managed to get some pretty spiffy on the job training, but time dedicated to refining a craft of life was important especially seeing as how a Do-or-Die situation will eventually stop hitting Do and finally land on Die.

His goal for the training grounds was to work a bit on aerial combat with his hover-board and sword as Chrohn typically only ever used one or the other at a time, but never both at once. Now, this wasn't a bad thing, only using one or the other at a given time, but the gambler knew he could operate at a higher level of efficiency in combat, especially if he could be incredibly mobile and hit like a brick.

The path to the Training Grounds was fairly crowded, but his method of transport let him leave those problems behind as Ama's scarf flickered in the wind. His attire for this trip wasn't too atypical from Chrohn's norm, but still different. Chrohn had forgone the blue jacket, and changed out of his black pants into a pair of dark cargo shorts that fell below the knee, the day was too nice and he'd be exhausted from the heat alone if he had kept how he was. Aside from that however, he kept his typical sleeveless, yellow shirt, the pink scarf, combat boots and his sword strapped to his back.

I like the quiet that's felt in the air, it gives me the time to relax and think, he thought as minutes passed on his way to his destination. Before, he would simply use the board to get over buildings, but the administration wasn't to fond of that. Some unimportant stuff of potential property damage if anything failed, so Chrohn flew over his peers instead. Do I actually like thinking to myself though? It tends to get boring, and I get into arguments that I can never win... It was this internal conversation that continued until he hit the doorstep of the training grounds. His transportation method wasn't changed upon entering the building, but when he entered the arena, he flew for a few moments and hopped off.

And people were here, surprisingly when the area was statistically be the most dead. "Uh...hi?" He started up," you guys training in here? I don't mind partners." He initially planned to train against dummies, but real people worked better. Hell, that ghost called Guilt's Past said making friends would be good for a man.

Ciela zipped through the air to right in front of Chrohn's face, hovering there and studying him for a moment. She had absentmindedly kicked one of her legs back while they were dangling in the air. "Why not! I'm Ciela. What's your name?" She smiled even wider, extending a hand to Chrohn.

Vanessa looked at him up and down, before coming really close and starting to walk in circles, looking all over him. She then made a thumbs up gesture before giggling at him.

"Well then, you look fine and dandy to join us. But would you mind showing us what you have as a weapon? Just for the sake of killing curiousity."

She stood there, waiting for him to answer her question. She didn't exactly wanted to just see the gun, but to get to know it before the sparring. It would be of great help to know it well.