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((Continues from Guild Cleanout))*Walks into gym and sits down by the track and starts to think,"Why would he not care!He's the one who showed me this place.He loved it here,why would he just up and quit all of a sudden?"*

((All right, glad to see you back and maintaining it, I may visit and RP a bit of training in the gym for myself when I get around to it, not sure when that'll be.))

Usually I'm not in the mood or often too busy to go hunting and whatnot, keebon had to constantly bug me to go hunting and then I agreed, but most of the time I don't really feel up to it or just too busy. 3nodding

Thank You for understanding, I'm just not a big RPer, I'm really only good at leading and managing things. xp

Tough question really, he very well could have considering all of the evidence pointing at him, but on another view, he could be innocent. But in my opinion, he's guilty since it's alot of evidence stacked against him.

*Yulia decides to come in and work on her throwing skills...*

I am good... Anything new?

"...empty." The word echoed, bouncing around for a while until it got back to Lai's own ears. She wasn't a loner kind of person, in fact, she got quite paranoid sometimes when all alone in a larger place. Still...she'd come to practice her moves against a bag, and a little isolation nver hurt anyone. Unless something bad happened while they were isolated.

However, within the base gym, there was a very low chance of something bad happening, aside from a minor injury or at worst, a muscle tear. With this in mind lai dropped a small towel near the punching bag and started to stretch. Maybe she'd even run a little. A ten minute warm up was the start, just as a five minute cool down would finish. She stretched her legs the most, then the rest of her body. Took a few deep breaths, flexed her fingers, balled and unballed them into and out of fists. If she actually intended on punching the bag, she would have used gloves.

A swift kick to the left side of the bag, counter knee to the other, defensive arm black back to the left, spin kick to the right. Palm-thrust, drop kick, semi-circle chop, back arm block. She paused and let the bag swing from its place, slowly breathing as her blue eyes narrowed. She grabbed the gloved and slid them on, deciding to punch afterall. Lai cracked her neck, swayed a bit from side to side in opposite time with the bag, rolling her shoulders for flexibility. As the bag's swings began to slow Lai started darting punches at it. She wasn't small, only muscular enough so as not to look anorexic, but she was fast. She took pride in her agility, if not in her ability to stage a full-on punching match.

She kicked again, feeling her knee connect solidly with the bag to send it rocking, and quickly jumped to her other foot for a stronger spin kick. The bag swung high and quick, Lai ducked under it in a sweeping bow, bringing her forearm around to stop it mid swing, and turning again to stop it fully with her other forearm. She took another breather, and then looked increduously at the track. Running...not one of her favorite things to do, by far. She leaned on the bag, and continued looking at the track, debating. She grabbed her towel and went for it, power jogging for most of the time and sonpanteously breaking out into mentally timed sprints. Halfway through her fifth time around she started her cool down. She needed a drink, and had neglected to bring one. By the end of the third and three-forths mile mark, she was done. Lai grabbed her towel, and sat against the cool wall for a good two minutes, drying her arms, shoulders and face. She would need a shower, but that would be easily taken care of in the barracks. She stood, stretched once more, and headed for the Trymman barracks.