With eyes trying to pierce their gaze into the dummy, or rather Grella, Noah entered a seemingly form-based stance, but from what he had learned from elder Sarah, the Roiling thunder wasn't limited to stances since it desired the user to remain flexible at all point. Only the various forms featured stances, any other thing was a hoax.
Grella entered a stance too, but it had a form behind it. Its inscription-blazing eyes seemed to scan his figure before deciding on what its next move would be. Tension seemingly began to build in the room, but Noah remained at his calmest. He wasn't in his emotionless state, but his training had naturally forced his mind into a state of regular calmness. He couldn't act irrationally since something important was based on the turnout of the battle.
