Preperation in the Darkness.

David wheeled his way into the gym, it was around 2 in the morning. He hardly came here, mostly because he prefered the privacy of his own home. He stood slowly, and approached a sword rack, taking a two-handed B*astard sword from it, he attacked one unfortunate target dummy after another, tearing through them with easy. He hardly ever came here, but when he did, he left a mess. He trashed the whole place, weapons were strewn everywhere, dummies were torn to shreds. He practiced with whatever he could get his hands on. When he finished, he sat back down, and rolled outside, discretely laughing at his mischief, and raw power. He made his way toward his house, the cool air refreshing his aching muscles.