Waves crashed against the shoreline.

Birds moved to and from the beach. They ca-cawed in unison driving Nosdyn's headache up a few notches. He didn't like such serene and isolated places...bu the was forcing himself to combat a particular weakness of his. Wind came in from the south, it carried with it a sea-salt scent that Nosdyn was never used to. He didn't like the ocean. But he knew with his skirmishing tactics he had to be prepared to fight in any environment. Under any condition, under any type of stress. That was the whole point of the current training he was putting himself under.

He noticed the Human adventurer enter the combat arena, and the gate to The Citadel's halls faded out of existence a moment later. They were on their own for the duration of the match. Nosdyn looked up at the bright sky for a moment...not a single cloud was present. The sun was shining brightly overcast above them. Nosdyn turned his attention back to the young fellow before him. The guy waved towards Nosdyn, a basic warrior's respect. Nostyn was not sure why...but he recalled remembering that he liked the fellow before him. The Citadel Leagues' full of brigands and psychos. Very few of them ever show their propers towards a fellow warrior. I must give equal treatment back to this fellow. The wave from the stranger put Nosdyn a little bit at ease.

He was not sure why, but the tension he'd felt up until that point lessened ever so subtly. He could relax and just let himself train against the lad before him. Nosdyn was already barefoot, and wore only his pants to cover him. His gear was by a small camp he'd set up further up the beach. Nosdyn walked forward and stopped several feet directly in front of Vaeron. Nosdyn once again nodded casually towards that fellow. Nosdyn's shirt was left tucked away back at his camp, and his upper body was skyclad. His pectoral muscles bulged with sinewy definition as he stood there breathing.

A mighty demon's heart pulsed with life in that creature's chest. However something else lurked there as well. The events at Stonevale ahd altered the demon and put him on a evolutionary path that would one day change the course of history itself. Nosdyn looked up at the blue sky for a moment. Then back to Vaeron. He kept his sword activated, holding it a forty-five degree angle loosely. The energy sparked off the blade as he stood there, the energy creating a shimmering effect in the intense heat.

The blade gave off a particular sound. It was not the humming noise of other beam style swords and weapons. NO. This particular weapon gave off the sound of a lot of screaming souls. To further compound Nosdyn's plight, his own body gave off a sort of panic aura. He wasn't consciously controlling it at that moment, but it was an effect that was always active. He was trying to learn to control it, but his mantle of fear would always be a thing he had to deal with. It was a both a boon and an affliction. Nosdyn stood a few paces ahead from Vaeron at that point. He looked at the lad, studying the fellow.

Nosdyn called out towards Vaeron. "We can begin when you're ready."

And at that point it started to all go south...