Late night exercise (Gabriel/Issac)

Gabriel's breath left a clear mist behind him in the dead of the night as he jogged along the school track. The only sounds around were the rustle of his tracksuit against the wind and the impact of his shoes on the asphalt path. Each step propelled him forwards, running towards the unreachable goal hidden in the darkness ahead.

Life at the academy had certainly exceeded his expectations; the track alone had already dwarfed his home. Furthermore, not needing to share his room with a multitude of other kids felt like a godsend with how he could now freely toss his clothes around. But despite all these new occurrences, he still found himself falling back into his older practices such as his nightly runs.

He liked exercising during the night, nothing to distract or annoy him as he focused solely on the act of maintaining forward momentum. In ridding himself of useless thoughts he could truly feel his perception sharpen to a razor's edge. The exhilaration coursing through his veins felt like he could take on the world! Plus it was a great way to stay in shape.

Then he heard a second set of steps coming from behind. The presence of this new individual brought him out of his reverie and back into reality. An intruder? Probably not, but who else would stay up this late?

"Who the hell's there? Come out now or I'll beat your ass to the ground!"

Isaac enjoyed a good nightly jog, and practicing with his weapon. Lately, He'd been working on mastering some of the more subtle size manipulation abilities his father once shared with the weapon. Something Samyaza had been instructing him about lately. Presently, he was simply jogging around the grounds with the sword swinging at his back. Usually there weren't many other students running around this late at night, but tonight there was someone running around the track. Isaac slowed down to a simple walk as he approached the track. As he approached, he heard the other boy stop and turn to call out into the darkness.


Isaac stepped into the flood lights with a casual gait. "Do you always threaten people before you even see them?" He asked with a good-natured grin. There wasn't any acid in the remark, just a friendly tone. He was wearing a Tshirt that read "You Sunk my Battle Ship" and dark brown cargo pants tucked into his thick boots.