Raymus stooped to pick up a towel, wiping it across his brow before releasing his grip on it and allowed it to flop back down onto his shoulder. He gritted his teeth before padding the width of the room, trying to rile himself up again. Beads of perspiration glistened on his bare chest, until of course he ran the towel across them.
He’d been training relentlessly since he’d been permitted to join the blue pegasus’s Magical knights, and though he was presently a bottom feeder in terms of rank, soon he’d make his move, and shoot through the ranks, until he was at a point he was happy with. There was no telling what rank that would be though, but if it meant becoming the head of blue pegasus, then so be it, he wasn’t going to be deterred.
To start his training, he was trying to improve his physical form, make himself stronger, which would feed his magic, at least on a subconscious level. Moreover, it would compensate for his somewhat weak magic at this point in time. His father was very physically strong which gave Raymus this idea.
Books lay open on the bench at the corner, each one displaying a number of symbols, runic markings and sections of arcane script. Tattoos that he would later incorporate around the central design. The large intricate spell circle in the centre of his back.
Raiju's Brutal Claws (2000 x 40% = 1200/306)
Raiju's Azure Hyde (2000 x 40% = 1200/)
Raiju's Shining Eyes (2000 x 40% = 1200/)
Raiju's Severing Fang (2000 x 40% = 1200/)