Thwack!
Of all the places in the Chapter House, the Gym is the least familiar to the tall and spindly Mekhet who currently occupies it. Among the free-weights and the jacuzzi are a couple of black foam sparring swords, they have little in the way of ornamentation and one now sails through the air crashing against a foam wall. The sound of it travels across the second floor of the Chapter House.
Anger boils at David's blood. Mostly, it is anger at himself; still blaming himself for Aοleen's loss and despising himself his own martial ineptitude. Despite his anger sparking immediately after her death, something he allowed the Shrike to handle, it has returned to him with a vengeance. The Mekhet channels this anger and his desire for vengeance into a single-minded quest to Change.
David realizes that if he is to have the vengeance he needs, he must learn how to wield the weapons of war.
Thwack!
This is not something David saw himself doing. It doesn't seem him, the meek, shy boy from Minnesota who ran from bullies on his way home from school or the reticent man who'd rather exist in the world of film than in the grim reality that took his love away. It shows in his stance and in his poor handling of the practice sword; almost as though he is holding it at arm's length. To David's credit, he is quick and nimble as the sword again slams against the wall.
It is a given that the Axe would never come calling on David Regan. But, they weren't there when she died and this is a vengeance David vows to himself is his.
The Mortician sets himself again waiting for that moment of readiness.
Open: But for Jag especially.