Meridian had quietly left the shooting grounds, his aim having failed to hit any of the targets that he was assigned. He did not mind though, for his love was not placed with guns and rifles. He loved weapons of a more ancient origin, blades of steel and axes of metal, knives of adamantine and arrows of mithral. His weapons of choice where not those that where oft used in the military, but the close quarters training would aid him when the time would be there.... if it would ever come.
He slowly made his way towards the Recreation Room, the place where the games where kept and the children could relax when the time of training had passed. He knew that there was little to do, but still... it might have some effect if he could find the simple toys that he sought. And if he could find none, then he could always seek the composite longbow that he had hid under his bunk....
Azrael had quietly left after dismissing the recruits, leaving for his own quarters, his paths shrouded by the snow that fluttered down from the heavens above him..