The Practice Arena

"I... I should be fine. Just give me a couple of minutes. But, we're done here for today. It was fun. You've got some nice skills." Issac rolls over and pushes himself up into a sitting position. "You got a lucky hit, right into my old scar."

When Issac Complimented his Skills Tyler smiled. Thanks, It was hard to master my way of fighting, but its worth it if it makes it hard to fight me. But You did good yourself, It was a good Fight. He said as Issac explained that he got a lucky hit into an old scar. Well at any rate, Im sorry about it, I tried to do something that wouldn't hurt really bad. I guess that Idea's gone out the window now hasn't it? He said with a smirk as he held a Hand out to Issac, offering him help up if he wanted it.

Issac grabs Tyler's hand and picks himself up, still holding his hand the scar. "It's not really your fault, only a couple of people know about it. I'm gonna go lie down for a while. I need to find slower people to spar with, you speedsters are to much trouble." He begins heading towards the doors. "I'll see you around, Ty."

Pad walks in with his new friend, Hal. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" Pad asked Hal.

Brady casually strolls into the practice arena, sets up near the target dummies, and begins methodically drilling holes in them with concentrated fire.
bang - bang - bang - bang - flick the selector to the fire dust chamber - fire - fire - fire - fire...