"oh no, there's no need to worry about fighting. Your job as a second is simply to observe the fight. You're kind of like the witness ensuring an honorable fight." lyra headed to the door, yawning. "still, I need to get some sleep for tomorrow's combat. Beds are right across the hall from here, I've ordered them cleared for you guys. Sleep in the ones that wouldn't require a contortionist to lay in, and you should be fine." with that, Lyra left the teleport room, heading to her private suite.
"no, definitely not. Lets just say the 80's was a crazy time. You could almost die in a car wreck, turned into a quadraplegic one day, and have your mind crammed into a metal body the next. Man, those were the days..." Marcus sighed nostalgically. Standing up, he started walking off, still armless. "if you'll excuse me, I need to get new arms made. See ya."
Marcus left the room, Xyleena following after him.
OoC night all. If you need a room description, there are 10 beds, 5 of them taking strange shapes no human would want to sleep in, with light fabrics. The walls were unadorned, and there would be one light source with power control for it at the door.
Night.
