Fineas | The training grounds. The place was becoming really familiar for Fineas. The crowd flexing, grunting, sparing, lif- Well training, was sight that could always lift the ghost spirit. It had become a regular stop when he didn't know what to do and of course a mandatory one for his morning routine. Since he wasn't sleeping his reflexes were often smothering during his aimless strolls, so having a friendly fight in the morning was perfect.
He was becoming more skilled in spotting a suitable sparring fighter. Someone who could push him. Fire types were to train his dodge, steel his block and others were for his no guard style. And god he loved to blitz opponents, not having flesh was such an advantage when trading.
But today was an empty day. Everyone seemed to be busy doing solo training or being dishonorable with some telekinesis or other dirty tricks. Fineas refused to train with this kind of people, as it was always angering him in some way provoking some Kevork outburst