The sun was out in its full glory with an enchanting smile on its face. The break of a new day.
The bare soil of a wide piece of land embraced it's rays but that wasn't all.
CLANG!
CLANG!
The sound of metals against metals chimed the air in a divergent manner as paired people in blue outfits fought against each other. Each putting in effort and trying their very best to knock out the weapon of their opponent. Dust particles rose into the air at every step and movement they made. And stuck to the skin pores of everyone either sweaty or not.
Some partisans being offensive in attacks while others being defensive in their own way. The groans of frustration and losing to an opponent was possibly another thing to be heard also. This was the perfect visage of the Vellin training ground.
