Dillon was unsure what to do, he found that he was against a tide in a way some of the heroes had changed and he wasn't certain how to react to it, he remembered Ryan who had been the last of the older heroes. Dillon however was not aloe like Ryan but he was still at a point where things had likely changed, probably for the better.
Dillon shook his head
"Very well knight you go ahead and enjoy the luxuries I give you all the more munitions for me to use against you when I discipline you." he muttered to himself
Dillon then decided he needed to train.
he went down to the training room and set the conditions high, Dillon had said the dummies wouldn't hurt you, that was true, unless you turned up their settings, which caused them to deliver more force to their punch. In this instance the air was thin the dummies had a very painful punch and his clothes and were replaced with heavier material, he had his real katana though, he practiced with his sword often, he knew it's weight, and balance if it was the slightest bit chipped he would know.
in the programming he had to fight 3 dummies that were 15 feet tall and punches were from a hydraulic hammer, and they had tempered steel Armour making Dillon's cuts and jabs nearly useless.
Dillon had one feature he couldn't quite remove, the training rooms were all connected so another person could enter his room, but there was a warning when entering another active training session and this one had a high risk entailed.
