Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150214131106/@comment-29458028-20150214132405

Raphael moved at incredible speeds, slapping and striking a dummy with open palms, in the very clearing he had first trained. He never used his swords on the dummies, they (the dummies) were too fragile. He practiced unarmed, sword and other combat forms daily here, as well as his magical abilities.

Raphael smiled as he drew his sword and proceeded to practice his unique sword fighting style, appearing to glide across the area due to his nifty footwork. His attacks, though, were focused strikes of lethality.

Then he moved on to magical training, leaping into the air, his wings opening, as he fired beam after beam of plasma at the trees. He mixed in exploding balls and blasts. The trees shattered and fell over. In finality, Raphael fired a massive blast of plasma from his left hand, shattering several trees. His wings faded.

Raphael wiped off the sweat on his body and sat on a stump, drinking the water he brought along. He had improved over the times. After he cooled down, Raphael put on his robes again (he's wearing pants all that time) and walked back to Helgen...