Fandom High Dormitories

Whatever good mood and health Luke had gained during his trip to Kansas last weekend had left quickly after Luke had visited his mother during the week. Seeing her had brought back old memories and whatever sleep he managed to get was tinged with nightmares. Rather than lay in bed and have his attempts to sleep go nowhere, Luke decided to make use of time by training in the salle.

He was a little disappointed when he noticed how much his armor was hanging off of him, but he found it didn't hinder him all that much. He was just as fast as he always had been and his recent decline in health hadn't dulled his reflexes or skill any. Luke thought he might get tired a little faster than he used to, but right now he was using Backbiter to tear apart dummies with ease.

[The salle's open, yes]