Majin enters the training room

Majin makes a light appear and conjures a glaive out of it as he breaths to concentrate

starts attacking the dummy and after doing so starts to perspirate before laying on the floor thinking to himself "Maybe I should give up on searching and let love find me instead"

(walks in) Why are you laying on the floor? Dont tell me you got bested by a training dummy

Majin notices Lae'zel Oh no. I just got a bit tired of beating the dummy. smiles and sighs And what brings u hear?

here*

Majin looks away Who am I kidding? I'm just actually taking my anger on to a dummy. shapes himself into his humanoid form as if he was sitting tucking his knees

This is where i train. And do you lack stamina? Is this why you quit?

Training wise, maybe. But I'm just feeling down cause everyone is with someone and I fucked up the chance I had with Karlach. And I know I act childish but it's cause I don't like to look at the bad side of things.

Love is a foolish endeavor. It holds you back, makes you weak. You'd be better off focusing on your training, becoming faster, stronger, a hardened warrior.

Majin nods and gets up, making his body reshape himself up as he makes star-like light appear and conjures out a quarterstaff from it U are right. Shall we train?

Are you prepared

A little bit. I'm actually trying out different weapons to master. smiles But sure.

In the expansive training hall, Lae'Zel, the formidable Githyanki warrior, and the Plasmoid Warlock faced off in a flurry of steel. Lae'Zel's greatsword cut through the air with deadly precision, while the Plasmoid Warlock skillfully wielded a glaive and scimitar, their movements weaving a dance of combat. The clash of weapons echoed in the cavernous space, each fighter seeking an advantage. As the battle unfolded, Lae'Zel pressed forward with relentless determination, swinging her greatsword in calculated strikes. The Plasmoid Warlock, exhibiting a keen understanding of arcane forces, deftly evaded the blows, countering with bursts of eldritch energy. The training hall became a battlefield of skill and strategy, each combatant showcasing their unique strengths. In a pivotal moment, Lae'Zel closed in for a powerful strike, her greatsword arcing toward the Plasmoid Warlock. However, the Warlock's quick reflexes allowed them to parry the attack and retaliate with a precise combination of glaive and scimitar strikes. Despite Lae'Zel's valiant effort, the Plasmoid Warlock's versatile tactics and magical prowess ultimately secured their victory in the intense training hall duel.

You have bested me this time plasmoid. Do not expect it to happen again.

I learned from the best warrior I know. smirks as he offers a fist bump after storing away the glaive

Well then, it appears you've been paying attention. Perhaps we'll spare again.{leaves the training room}

leaves the training room