Walking over to the weapon rack, Duron picked up a blunted short spear and swung it around to test the weight. It was similar to his own weapon without the sharp metal point on the end. Most of the season, the akalak had been focusing on his lakan training, but today, the cyan skinned warrior had a itch to train with his spear. Walking to a training dummy, the cerulean held the spear with his right hand near the back of the spear, and the left hand was holding it near the middle of the spear. Walking towards the dummy, the warrior moved his right leg and kept his left foot forward. Bending his knees slightly, the cerulean lower down in his stance till the muscles in his upper leg started to burn. Resting his right hand on his hip, the cerulean pointed the blunt tip of the spear at the head of the dummy. Moving his right foot forward, the akalak thrust the tip of his spear at the head of the dummy. The strike was swift, but he speed didn't help his accuracy, so he ended up missing his target. Moving his right foot backwards, the akalak moved out of a potential imaginary strike of his opponent and lifted his right hand up, so the tip of the wooden spear whipped downwards to intercept a upward strike. Moving his right hand back to his ribs, the spear whipped up to line up with the chest of his dummy. When he was ready to strike, the akalak's right hand and left hand moved in tandem as he thrust the blunt spear into the chest of the dummy.
After the killing blow was executed, Duron stepped back and got back into his forward facing stance. Resting the right hand on his hip, he pointed the tip of the spear straight at the center of the abdomen. Taking a shallow breath, the akalak simultaneously raised both hands; however, his right hand on the back was raised slightly higher than the left hand near the middle of the spear, so the whole shaft of his spear was now protecting the whole front side of his body and the tip of the spear was pointed at the knee of the dummy. Moving both hands in tandem, Duron thrust the tip of the spear at the knee cap of the dummy. Suddenly, he moved his right hand downward and the tip of the spear moved upward till it pointed at the neck of the dummy. Moving in his hands in tandem, he thrust the point of the spear into the neck of the dummy. Stepping back, Duron wiped the sweat from his brow and looked around at his surroundings. All around him were the sounds of men and women clashing wood against wood. Each warrior had a different level of skill under their belt, but the akalak's dull green eyes always tended to fall upon the warriors with more skill. Most warriors of skill in the training hall were akalak, but there was quite a few foreign warriors in the hall too.
The cerulean watched a woman who was training with a long sword and a shield as she faced a much larger akalak with a large round shield and a sword of some sort. They seemed evenly matched because each warrior couldn't land a blow. Eventually, the woman got the best of him and disarmed the purple warrior. The woman started to laugh as she walked over and kissed the akalak on the cheek. Starting to feel uncomfortable with the public display of affection, Duron got into his stance and squared off with the practice dummy. Resting his right hand on his right hip, the akalak moved his right hand to the right, so the point of the spear pointed off to the left of the target. Quickly moving his right hand to his hip, the end of the spear whacked the dummy had in the soft side of the abdomen. The sound echoed through the hall, but everyone was to busy with their own training to noticed the sudden sound. With a smile on his face, the warrior moved hands in tandem backwards, so the tip of the spear was pointed at the stomach of the dummy than he thrust the spear into the belly of the dummy.
Satisfied with his one on one training, the akalak looked around for a sparring partner, and he sees a human male walking to hall dressed in chain mail with a sword on his hip and shield on his back. Deciding he would be the perfect partner to spar against, Duron rested the shaft of his spear on his bare shoulder, walked over to him, and said in common with a smile on his tattooed face, “Would you like spar? I am in desperate need of sparring partner. My training dummy isn't up to snuff since he always lets me win, but with all your armor, I sure you will be able to take a hit.” Sticking out a hand for him to shake, the akalak said with a chuckle, “The name is Duron. What is yours, friend?"