That's not a lemonade stand

[Arkan Wren]

Arkan would scoot backwards as the man raised his blade. Lifting himself up scratching his head he would take a moment eyeing down warvanus. Arkan knew little about what he wanted to be, he was a craftsman. He knew much about fighting too, arkan loved battle too bring someone down. Prove his might, destroy his opponent. Maybe the path of a warrior was the path for him, taking a breath he would dust himself off.

"I think I'll be a warrior, then I can put my strenght to good. And I'm telling you one of these days you will be the one on the ground. I want to show you my true determination. But for now I will respect you, I will treat you as my superior."

[Kell Sangros]

He nodded and the faintest of smiles appeared on his face “That should be the true goal of any apprentice to best their Masters in open combat” It was safe to say that Warvanus liked this one. Maybe he had found his apprentice, time would tell if he survived the initial training he began to walk to the complex.

“Come and meet your host” he was going to bring him before Lord Blood and once he had the Dark Lord’s blessing then his training would begin

[Arkan Wren]

Arkan would turn standing still for a moment looking at the complex in awe. He was ready for anything if warvanus was strong then the leader of all this must be something else. He knew deep in his mind he hadn't fully proved himself. He was ready to strike down whoever he must to join, the sith had his full interest. From what Raven showed him and the skill warvanus exerted when he took arkan down in seconds. He knew there would be no trying anything, they were all much stronger and they knew about the force. Now warvanus was much ahead, arkan taking to a light sprint catching up to the hulking man quickly. He was excited to meet the man or woman behind all of this.