[b][i]Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose. [/i][/b] [i] Lance's t-shirt whipped in the wind, his form free of armor and weaponry for the first time since he'd arrived at the Dojo. The bruises Damien had given him were healing well, but the mental ones weren't. He couldn't have succumbed any lower to win his fight against Damien, but he'd made a promise. A contract actually; to always be stronger than his opponents. Friend or foe, he would never be weak again. No matter the cost; that trumped any codes of honor. While he had won, his conscience kept nagging at him about it. Who's bright idea was it to make these things anyway? Besides that point, he needed to find Damien and explain himself, He wouldn't sleep soundly otherwise. The issue was.. the place was huge. He was a hundred feet in the air easily at the point he stood, making out the land around the Dojo with crystal clarity, but he wasn't an eagle. Hopefully Damien wasn't the wandering type and maybe had just retired to his room. Or went for a coffee at Starbucks. There was no telling with him. In a cloud of swirling darkness, Lance vanished from the rooftop and down into one of the courtyards below to find his friend. Or enemy.. he didn't really know now.[/i] https://imgur.com/a/Y4IYy [spoiler]Open to whoever.[/spoiler]