The Academy of Arms...Lance had plenty of memories from this place, none bad that he could really think of...he'd met a good friend, Athiyk, who was now one of Laoura's Elite as he at least formerly was a chosen of, a good fighter indeed and who he'd helped on at least one occasion. He'd also met Lyrka, who was probably gone by now, but who he had some good memories with. Abandoning these thoughts from his head for now, he wandered into the outdoor training arena, where both these meetings had occured, drawing his sword of frost, which he'd shaped in the form of a katana, in his left hand from the sheath on his right side, being best with his left hand for most things, despite that most others seemed better with their right hand. He then began to form a small sort of flame of darkness in his right hand, causing it to swirl around somewhat and slowly take the form of a somewhat broad katana...his demonic sword, which had since never failed him, although the sort of frost had also proved itself quite useful in the past. With that, the fully cloaked figure stood around the middle of the arena grounds, slashing around the air with these two swords and never seeming to miss any side of him, or leave any true openings, having been training with a katana for about 16 years, although he wasn't quite as good with two swords. As he did so, however, the swords seemed to leave a small trail of shadow, almost an echo of their appearance, as they swung rather rapidly through the air around him.

Azerous entered the arena...Looking around, he noticed Lance standing in the center of one of the circles. Drawing his scimitars, Azerous started to head his way...A few moments later the drow arrived at the edge of the training circle. Are you looking for an opponent? Azerous said in a friendly tone. Setting his scimitars down, Azerous removed his shield off his back and set it at the edge of the circle...Picking his scimitars back up, the drow made his way to the center of the ring...After standing there for a few minutes he spoke again...I'll be happy to spar!

Lance stopped what he was doing after a little while and turned to face behind him, sensing a drow coming into the area, not exactly sure what to expect from that. At the man's question, and noticing that he seemed to have a pair of scimitars, which were a fair amount different from his own katana, he shrugged slightly, figuring it might be nice to have someone to spar against after a number of months not having any sort of fights or anything, a rather dull time for him. "Don't really see why not...could use a bit of practice after how long I've not been fighting," he responded, sliding one of his feet forward a bit into a sort of ready position, holding his sword of frost diagonally in front of him and his demonic sword at his side almost parallel to the ground, in a defensive and offensive stance, respectively. He'd never actually fought with dual blades before, but it couldn't have been that much different than fighting with one.

Azerous watched as Lance took his stance...Hmmm...Offensive, he though glancing at the sword of frost...Then glancing towards the demonic sword...Defensive...

Smiling, Azerous raised his scimitars...You should make a fine opponent! Azerous then took his stance. The drow came in swinging hard from the left...Followed by his right scimitar comming down diagonally towards Lance's shoulder...So what is your name? Azerous said...The drow loved to talk to his opponents while in battle...He thought it was more challenging.

Lance smirked slightly at the man's comment, though under the mask he wore that wasn't really noticeable, and watched the man's movements closely as he always did with his opponents in battle, almost never to be caught unprepared for whatever they were going to throw at him, so to speak...after all, he'd learned from one of the best swordsmen around, at least in his opinion. Throwing these thoughts away for now, he somewhat flipped his sword of frost so that he was holding it upside-down, sliding it easily to the side to stop the first strike, then twisting his demonic blade around so the actual blade was facing upward, clashing it lightly against the drow's other scimitar, his opponent of whom was fairly strong for a drow, or that matter a mortal, it seemed. "Name's Lance...and yours?" he responded to the man's question, not showing much hint of struggling overall.