Silver, not having explored much of the 'new' HQ, wandered into the Salle one evening, carrying a bag that jingled slightly. Stepping into the center of the room, he tossed the bag lightly to one side, and started to streach, muscles and joints popping as he warmed them up. Dropping into a boxer stance, he'd make a few punches, as if to test how he was warming up, then go back to streaching.
After 20 minutes or so, he'll drop into a wider stance, reminicent of a martial art, though it looked different because of how his feet were built. Closing his eyes momentarily, he'd slash out with his claws, both the ones on his feet, and the ones on his hands, at times balanced on one foot and one hand to extend a foots reach. Practicing unarmed, he'll continue for a good portion of an hour, shifting from slashes of claws to punches and kicks, then mixing it up with a little of all three.
