Shale had lost track of how long he'd been outside in the backyard. It had been at some point where he was still mostly blind, and by now the sun had set something like an hour ago. Regardless, he kept on, breathing hard as he repeatedly slammed into the stone dummies he'd made. Roldan had said he was going to be here around this time, and the gargoyle wanted to be as warmed up as possible. He'd trained much harder than this in the past on a nearly daily basis, so this really was nothing.There was no denying he needed to vent in a way that just fucking up rock vampires couldn't provide, however. Other than a couple pretty one sided scraps at school, he hadn't seen the slightest hint of combat since arriving here, and it was starting to itch. With one final kick to a particularly large dummy's head, he sent it careening off away from the house, smashing into an old tree there with a sickening crack, the surface of the wood splintering. With that, he decided to take a breather, sitting down and leaning against one of his targets.
