Stomping rather begrudgingly into the west side of the training center, Seifer looks around for creatures to fight. Seeing nothing right away, he walks up to the fallen tree laying in the middle of the path.

"Seriously? You'd think after all this time they'd have cleared this thing out by now. Bunch of lazy ******** his hand out, Seifer summons some unknown fire magic to his hand which is directs at the tree, lighting it partly on fire. Then with gunblade out, he swings down and back, hurling himself into a controlled spin, and moves toward the tree, slicing it to mulch. The force of his rotation picks up every bit of decimated tree trunk and shoots it in all directions, until the path is eventually clear.

"There. *pant* Now those lazy little children can go about getting creamed by all the monsters around here without excuse."

Catching his breath, Seifer continues through the west side of the Training Center, still determined to fight who, or what, crosses his path.