Private A sword must always be sharp

[Garrosh]

Garrosh was there among his mens the mighty Honour Guard of the only one true leader in existence , and one day by the grace of their weapons they will defeat and destroy every single other kind of creatures to put him with the only true and last crown as the ruler of the existence. Garrosh watch his mens training as he himself finished to spar for today besting all of his comrades , he must always be fit and ready to do his best in the fray if he wish to honour such position. With silence and focus he observe two guards clashing their Barad Glaives .

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

Garrosh

Today was a rare "free day" for Krarolk.
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The free day also applied to all the members of the Elite trio, so his two comrades were elsewhere at the moment. That left Krarolk alone to roam the halls of the facility impatiently. Without a partner to duel with or a quiet environment to meditate in, the Zealot had few ideas onto how to spend his time. His brain was simply too wired towards self-improvement to focus on much else. However, the sound of blades crashing against each other drew his attention away from his thoughts.

He turned left in a fork on the large hallway, approaching a set of double doors where the noises seemed to originate from. He slowly pushed the door open, revealing a pair of Honor Guardsmen dueling in the center of a large, arena-like room. Their form was impeccable, glaives thrust and parried at blinding speed. The two matched each other blow for blow, neither giving the other an opening. Looking at the ferocity and determination in their offensives, Krarolk knew that they were truly worthy of guarding the Chieftain.

He walked onto a series of stands for the audience, where other Guardsmen were scattered about. While some of them gave Krarolk a quick glance, none of them seemed to mind a Zealot Elite walking through their training hall. In the center of the crowd was a larger Bryn who Krarolk instantly recognized as the Captain as the Guard. He approached the mighty figure, well-aware that his great talent and prowess in combat was something that likely surpassed even the capabilities of Krarolk's Commander.

"Hello, Captain." called Krarolk. "How has the Guard been doing lately?"

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[Garrosh]

A calm look welcome Krarolk as the mountain of muscles raise to face the newcomer.

-Krarolk. My braves are doing well, what about your unit ? I heard that you yourself proved more than once your devotion to our sacred cause lately. I am looking forward to see how much you can grown as a warrior.

The leader of the Honor Guard considered himself of course a superior fighter than the brave which he was talking to, however considered how he praised him the Ultra Honor guard surely hold in high regards the Enginer.

-However , if I am honest I am disapointed on the weaklings we face lately, they are decent in strategy and tactic for most, and despite being inferior rats they have some bravery but their combat skills just sucks. I am sure I could take on a entire Sith Knight unit by myself !

Mock the muscle mass , such pitful warriors, for most.