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"Everything okay?" He wasn't actually practicing -- that wasn't something Ever did as often as he should these days, probably. It was more of an idle wandering by that came to a halt when he saw one of the newer trainees staring at his weapon as if it might turn around and bite him.

At this moment, aside from the fade on his coat that marked him as a full Hunter, Ever didn't look like much. The heat and humidity plastered pale hair to the side of his face, lank where it had escaped from its ponytail, his jeans were more shredded at the knees, his boots scuffed at the toe. The guy at the place where he'd bought them would be ashamed by his poor upkeep. They needed a shine.

"You look a little lost."

Ever hummed a bit, his eyes raking over Merric's weapon, and then he offered a smile in a flash, wide and easy and friendly.

"You got a big one, huh?" Slowly, he raised both eyebrows, reaching up to brush at the line of his jaw. In truth, Ever didn't have much experience with war hammers, or axes, or really anything but his own dagger. That didn't mean he couldn't help, though. "It's nothing like my weapon, but I'd imagine the first step would be to start swinging it, and feel how it moves."