Koa is a creature of consistency and routine. So even though it's been mere days since his home collapsed and he found himself flung into the furthest reaches of beautiful, icy hell, dawn finds the young soldier up and dressed and making his way toward the welcome familiarity of the training grounds.
Still unaccustomed to Halo's chill, Koa wears a long-sleeved dark green shirt to train, though he fears the inevitability of sweat sticking the fabric to his skin. Wraps keep his hands from growing too cold; still he's quick to start his warm up, eager to take the idea literally. Twenty minutes of stretching and a few reps of jump rope later and the the young man is feeling fresh and ready, his eyes glittering as he looks about the grounds for a partner with whom to spar.
Many of the Shields are already paired, but one half-familiar figure catches Koa's attention. He may not have had a chance to properly meet the Sentinel, but Koa knows his heroes by reputation and sight, and the potential to train against one is too tantalizing to give up. With his characteristic bright smile and boyish charm he strides toward the other man, stopping short a respectful distance and snapping to attention. "Mr. Olson, sir? Koa Carpenter. Any interest in a spar this morning?"
Still unaccustomed to Halo's chill, Koa wears a long-sleeved dark green shirt to train, though he fears the inevitability of sweat sticking the fabric to his skin. Wraps keep his hands from growing too cold; still he's quick to start his warm up, eager to take the idea literally. Twenty minutes of stretching and a few reps of jump rope later and the the young man is feeling fresh and ready, his eyes glittering as he looks about the grounds for a partner with whom to spar.
Many of the Shields are already paired, but one half-familiar figure catches Koa's attention. He may not have had a chance to properly meet the Sentinel, but Koa knows his heroes by reputation and sight, and the potential to train against one is too tantalizing to give up. With his characteristic bright smile and boyish charm he strides toward the other man, stopping short a respectful distance and snapping to attention. "Mr. Olson, sir? Koa Carpenter. Any interest in a spar this morning?"
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