Asking for help.

*the large empty room's door was opened by a girl and her dark blue dragon. It creaked cautiously, sounding ancient and unused. Linnea's hazel eyes looked around the room, the room lined in several decorative but ready weapons. They looked to be used more for decoration...weapons of all things. A desk with several things upon it was in the middle of the room, as if welcoming someone in the distance. It looked empty...no one was sitting there*

"'Cuse me.."

*she whispered as she let herself in, a tradition known in her normal home where they introduced and spoke up before they came into a quiet room. Then Lin closed the door firmly behind her. She expected a click of a lock or something that sounded dangerous, but the door stayed open for her. Nosferatu curled around her shoulder in curiosity, wondering what Lin was so worried about. Giving a sigh, the girl approached the desk, wondering if she could get a little help with weapon training*

*Miles was already there training on his own with a shaped saw tooth katana training vs a clone of his who was trying to avoid the sword at it's best. Miles was too deep into training and did not notice Linnea. The clone would send a powerful punch at the real Miles and in response Miles would step to the side and crouch as he span on the ground in a break dance spin swinging the saw tooth katana during it in one spin which it would slice off the feet of the clone which would soon be followed by Miles flipping off the ground whilst doing an uppercut with his sword slicing the clone in two vertically then immediately after just before landing spin around slicing at the clone's throat then landing with his back to his clone whom would fall to non bloody pieces and just plop as tar which soon recombined with Miles*

*she watched Miles fight with his clones, smoothly and with strength, quite admirable. But she didn't say anything, wondering if he would notice her in this suddenly turned office to a dojo arena. Instead, Linnea skimmed her fingers along the walls, looking at all the weapons that hung there, sharp and clearly not only for decoration. There was an axe on a rack, a gold luster of an edge..

'...Too heavy.'

A pair of nunchucks hung on a hook, the metal chain attached to hard round wooden practicing sticks..

'Too complicated...'

Linnea gave a gentle sigh. It was difficult...to pick a weapon which would fit with the new style of fighting*

*Miles after beating his clone would notice Linnea* "linnea what brings you here?" *Miles would liquefy his weapon shaped and return it within him as well as liquefy his clone returning that to him.*