"Yay," Kratzer agreed with an awkward, small smile.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Bo smiled back and continued to lead the way until they hit a big wooden carved door. Bo pushed it open with ease, and stepped out onto a platform that looked out and down at a large, open dirt arena with high ceilings. There were several different sections with different dummies and exercises set up, and on the back wall was a vast wall of weapons - all different sorts hanging up on it. To the right and left of the large platform/balcony were stairs leading down into the arena. And as true to every room in their underground guild, the walls were lined with numerous torches and lamps, along with several hanging from the ceiling.
There were a few younger looking guild members sparring on the right side of the field. One was bending water in the air and using it as a whip, while the other was throwing the dirt and rocks around them. Another five watched. Bo looked back at Kratzer as he walked up to the platform's edge and put a hand on the railing.
"It ain't a whole lot, but we've got lots of space!"
He whistles. "Damn, it's been a long time since I've seen a decent training yard like this."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"The Guild has one but there's been so few people lately that it's never really used," he says.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Bo nodded. "Well, we like to stay active over here, haha," he commented, before turning to walk down the steps. He waved over to the group of students sparring and they waved back. One of the girls - a short, slim character with a big black afro that bobbed as she ran - hurried over to greet Bo.
"Hey Bo!" she said with a smile, jumping up to high five him.
"Hey Niecy!" he smiled.
"Who's this?" she asked, looking over to the newcomer.
"Oh! This is Kratzer," Bo said, gesturing to his new friend. "He's a vampire. We were gonna do some sparring."
Niecy's eyes widened as she looked up at Kratzer in awe. A smile spread across her face. "A vampire?" she exclaimed in wonder. "Really? That's awesome!"
He blinked, surprised at that reaction. Usually it was either screaming or a weapon being drawn. "Oh, uh...I mean, ja, I am. Pleasure to meet you, Niecy."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Niecy nodded with a big grin on her face, still staring at Kratzer with starry eyes. "You're gonna spar with Bo?" she asked. "Oh my gosh!" She tugged on Bo's arm. "Can we watch? I want to watch!"
Bo laughed. "Sure, if that's okay with you, Kratzer."
"Uh, ja, sure," he shrugs and pulls off his jacket to reveal numerous scars up and down his arms in addition to a sleeve tattoo of a black fox in a snowy woodland that goes from his shoulder to his wrist on the left side. "How would we like to do this, Herr Bo?"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Well, since the kids're watching, let's just call it first blood, then. No lethal blows, no maiming. And hm - magic or no magic? I know yours isn't quite like mine, so I guess it's more if you want to be dodging a bunch of lightning," Bo replied, following Kratzer's suit and throwing off his black leather vest, and then pulling off his shirt, throwing it to the side.
"I can't stop my abilities so I say it's only fair if you can use yours," Kratzer replies, taking a swig from his flask before tossing it down next to Bo's shirt. "Knives allowed, no guns?" As he spoke, the vampire pulled off his boots and socks and then put his pistol in one of them, placing the whole caboodle next to his flask.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Kratzer shrugged off his shirt as Bo did spoke (it was his only one and he didn't want it to get stained and ripped apart) and then drew his daggers, readying for Bo's attack.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Bo wasted no time, and as soon as Kratzer drew his daggers, Bo flung around with a kick and a grin, a stream of sparking blue lightning extending from his leg and shooting out at Kratzer.
He moved with inhuman reflexes, dodging to the side and charging at his opponent. Right now, because of Bo's lightning, ranged combat leaves him at a disadvantage, but he needs to be swift in melee due to his inferior size.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
