When Eleanor entered the Mixed Martial Arts School, she found the same shade of darkness and the same absence of life. But this time, she knew Instructor Arrichion would be waiting in the dark room.
"Instructor, I am here for training," she said aloud, her voice carrying into the silence.
As expected, Arrichion emerged from the shadows. "You are here. Good. Follow me."
He led her into another room, which was a lot larger and bare in the middle. The walls were lined with shelves, each holding rows of neatly ordered weapons. In the centre of that immense space stood Instructor Arrichion, a mountain of a man whose stillness was more intimidating than any combat stance.
