Micajah had just then finished his weapon routine, after taking a little bit to find the floor that contained the aerobic and training rooms. The training room was on the side of the school, him having to take an aerial walkway to it's specific building. There is only the ground and first floor in that building, with a basement.
He was fighting with a one-handed longsword today. His wings were extended, hovering in the air of the high-domed ceiling, while his hand not holding the sword had a flame surrounding it.
'Slash, Immolate (with the flame), stab!' Went his combo, until he put his hand on the sword and it leapt aflame! He slashed the dummy until it burned to the floor, leaving a pile of ashes.
Micajah was drained from the training session, so then he just took a shower in the bathroom, and went back to his room, which he shared with two girls. A smile lit his face as he wondered what they were doing.
[Will join you soon.]