Zascha had been at the training grounds for a while now. It seemed like most of his time was spent here honestly. Class rooms and meetings just didn't suit him. They made him feel out of place. Although it was constantly drilled into his head that he should be at these things.
He needed a class for how to use a cell phone. Although he could probably weed out a bit of a tutorial from Harlow later. Though as to how much learning to use the damn thing there would actually be was up in the air.
Though it seemed he was getting better at this whole not sticking out like a sore thumb thing as an unfamiliar Hunter strolled out, whipped out his weapon and started swinging it about. Zascha merely sat there on a bench watching. A half eaten sandwich in his hand as green eyes watched.
The weapon this Hunter bore was certainly an interesting one. He wasn't sure if it was a spear or some kind of stick or what. But it was pretty, kind of sparkly if caught in the right light.
Just cause it's pretty doesn't mean its a good weapon. Gothsmog huffed.
Jealous? I could buy you some glittery make up to slather on...Don't you ******** dare!He chuckled to himself, taking another bite of his sandwich. A grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "Ya know, if that's the only move you know you might be screwed."
