Lance's POV
I joined them in the training ground, I could see all the guards, I could see them train, though they all did sluggishly.
I swing the weapon again and again and Raphael keeps blocking it, I don't stop, I swing with ferocity but Raphael doesn't give me a chance to land a blow.
"Calm down Lance, you're swinging too strong". Raphael observed.
"Sorry, I have a lot on my mind." I drop my weapon and turn to the punching bag, taking in a deep breath, I punch it with all my strength and it bursts open pouring bits of sand, dust, and some synthetic materials I didn't care to identify on the ground."
" What's the matter, man?" Raphael pats me on the back, giving me a questioning look with one of his eyebrows raised.
" It's nothing "I shrug off his hand. My mind was still laden with the recent news but I did not want to alarm them, at least not at the meeting.