Auron's stance had relaxed and he had crossed his arms. He was far too used to being scolded by the trainers for being such a reckless brute in battle, or so they said, to be affected now. He simply nodded and held his tongue momentarily as they began to walk away and call each young man individually. He did not show it, in fact, he looked nonchalant, but he was excited and anxious.
When his name was called, Auron stood out of the line and respectfully approached another balding officer. In his hands now was a rifle he could finally call his own. The officer stepped back and Auron began to aim with his rifle. He'd preferred swords but he could not argue with the formalities of being a Warrior Monk. In any case, he knew his way around a rifle well enough.
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Date: 2011-03-12 07:34 pm (UTC)When his name was called, Auron stood out of the line and respectfully approached another balding officer. In his hands now was a rifle he could finally call his own. The officer stepped back and Auron began to aim with his rifle. He'd preferred swords but he could not argue with the formalities of being a Warrior Monk. In any case, he knew his way around a rifle well enough.