David was meditating in a corner, his eyes closed. He seemed motionless, but the inside of his body was aflame with movement. David checked and double-checked every cell in his body to ensure they were operating at peak performance. His bones were coated in a hardening material as his blood pumped rapidly through his body. His nails sharpened themselves into claws, which further shaped themselves all the way down to their smallest points. The air in his body was regulated, so that he could continue movement even with extremely little oxygen. His muscles were being shifted and flexed by the millimeter, slowly building themselves up and tearing themselves apart, rapidly honing themselves. His joints were expanded and multiplied, as his eye's were altered and enhanced. Like a swordsman sharpening his sword, David sharpened his body.
Above him, Masayoshi hovered in her meditative trance. While she couldn't call on the Council of Masayoshi for guidance within the Lostbelts, she could recall their skills, engaging in intense mental training within herself with her alternate lives. Her magic honed itself to its peak as she continued to spar with them inside of her own mind. Within her, there were warriors of the highest caliber, powerful magicians, brilliant scientists, and an uncountable amount of other fighters from all walks of life. All her. All part of the Council that she had linked her mind to. And she sparred with them for as long as she could. Learning their patterns, and tactics. Her concentration and skills increased to a new level as she continued her mental training.
Lance was sitting in a corner, having just finished another training session. He panted, sharpening one of his daggers in preparation for the incoming threat.
Slowly, David opened his eyes, staring at Gabriel and Terevion.
"....Is it time to head out?" David asked quietly, breathing out slightly.
