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If one were to think about it logically, dawn was probably the least intelligent time to hold training sessions. Not only were the useless meat-sacks not awake enough to hold a sword, there was always one dumb bastard who thought he or she could show up late without repercussion. Sergeant Beleo Ronas was not one for logic, though. The session was at dawn for one simple reason: everybody knew training sessions were held at dawn. The Sarge was not a big man by any stretch of the imagination. Standing six feet tall, there were plenty of men bigger than him. However, there were very few in the Band as old as him. At 47, Sergeant Ronas was one of those things that wise warriors feared: a veteran front-liner. He was also the go-to man when it came to breaking the new flesh in. His methods ranged from the classic to the unorthodox, and the results showed the effects of his abilities. People he trained reacted better in odd situations than most. He had also personally trained one of the most deadly men to ever be part of the Band, the former commander Mehrin 'Deathwatch' Mahrvon. The field was set. Beleo had commandeered one of the sand-covered training areas near the westernmost wall, setting out a few weighted training weapons ranging from rapiers to shortswords to an oversized claymore. No matter what kind of sword a trainee felt comfortable with, there would be a replica of it on that table; the arrival of bizarre weapons made sure that training replicas were always made for them. Sergeant Ronas walked to the far end of the laid-out training weapons, where he picked up his own custom-made training weapon: a heavy two-hander like the ones favored by heavy infantry in his home nation of Shienar. The blade was heavily notched, and the leather-bound hilt was stained with sweat and blood; training did not always go easy for either him or his students, and the weapon showed it. Taking a moment to shrug out of his rough-spun coat, Beleo swung the weapon a few times, loosening up a bit while his students appeared, one by one. Directing them to the assembled weapons without a word, he continued working and waiting. OOC: Post your arrivals, selecting a weapon, and waiting for Beleo to start the lesson. I'll get things going as soon as I have a few victims. Just a reminder, your WS range from 2-5 right now (I would have sent you the number). Sergeant Beleo is 17, so don't think you'll be an equal match in the event he decides to use one of you as a demonstration spar (which might be possible; I'm not sure yet myself what all will happen in this lesson).