Abel easily ignored the rain that fell on him as he danced around the practice yard he had claimed for himself. Senbon, kunai and various other thrown weapons peppered a couple of practice dummies in between punches and kicks. Another practice dummy was singed where strategic bolts of lightning had struck it while a few bits of scrolls littered the ground as a silent testament to various tags Abel had used.

After a few hours of practice with his more common weapons and abilities, Abel moved off to one side with a small knife in his hand. He was going to have to be careful when he practiced with his blood weapons as he only had so much blood he could spare before he would have to seek out a medic for a transfusion. Yet he wanted, no needed to get better at his bloodline ability to best serve his lord.

Failure was not an option.