This was Sargoth's first session back at the Academy of Arms since his long trials that led to his eventual ascendence to God of Day. He did not particularly feel different about the world, not by any noticible degree, though the world seemed to view him in a different light. He had been met with countless stares and even grovels as he passed through the familiar city streets. Sometimes he wondered why he still bothered walking like he was used to. It only brought annoyance.

He had made his way into the Academy's primary battledome just as the clouds overhead began to release a slow drizzle. He had little interest in moving the storm to a different point in the town; the clouds were open enough to allow sunlight to filter through and it would be generally disrespectful to interfere with such a benign weather current. After passing by several of his own students who looked like they were going to collapse of a heart attack, he stood in the center of the ring with a sizeable amount of open room between himself and the next combatant. Sargoth was very aware that he might just be stuck sparring alone this time.

Letting his frustration pass, he held out his arms and watched as the twin orbs, Solos and Rai, appeared within his palms. Wrapping his white fingers around their smooth, reflective surfaces, he brought his form back into a defensive martial position. Meditating and reflecting, he felt the dual orbs act as one with his body. Once he was centered, he lashed out with both hands in a double lung, pushing the orbs forward. With a flash, two glints of light could be seen lumping outward of the two weapons like a pair of thrust swords. The light vanished as quickly as it formed before he angled his arms inward and opened them like a pair of wings, creating a sisscor cut with similar embodiments of weapons. To finalize this section of his warm-up, he rotated both arms at the elbows so that the orbs lined up horizontal to his body. A thick line of light formed between Solos and Rai and also out both ends, resembling a long staff. He held this position, and the light correspondant to it, while he once again recentered himself. The day had been more trying than he had thought.

The drow woman watched with interest as he used the two orbs of light with such ease. An interesting fight it would be if they were to face one another. She stood at the edge of his practice area where many other people watched, some with their jaws dropped. Athiyk's face was emotionless, only a slightly raised eyebrow to indicate a little curiousity.

She was there to train as many did. She even tossed around the idea of becoming a weapons master there, though she wasn't sure if it was something she wanted to do with Faeryl and all. It could to be a bit of a burden.

Resting both hands on the hilts of her scimitars at her hips she stepped forward as he held the position to speak to him. Though she hadn't met the God of Day, she had heard of the new god and was interested in meeting him.

"Lovely little toys you have there," Athiyk smiled. "You must be Sargoth?"

"Toys indeed," Sargoth said in a steady, deep tone. His eyes never opened as he spoke. The light band between the two orbs flickered slightly before flashing out in a tangled web in front of Athiyk, almost as an emphasis of the understatement.

The light reformed the solid beam between the two spheres while Sargoth remained perfectly still. It almost seemed like he was entirely disinterested in conversation until his mouth opened again. "While I cannot bring myself to commend you on your item identification, you have managed to discover my name. Perhaps you would reveal yours so that I may know who's voice I now hear."

Strangely, he still remained firm in his decision to close his eys. Not once had he stolen a peek at who he was speaking to, and it did not appear that he would change his mind. He was still finding a center. His body shifted and formed the mirror image of his last stance, allowing the staff to form in the opposite direction. He had come to the Academy for a purpose and was still accomplishing it even during conversation.