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Victor remained the way he liked it the most, emotionless. It gave the voices less to feed on. He finished up his small inspection of the dummy, they were skillfully made. His apparent comrades were acting the same. Making their own small preparations. But no one of them really had time to properly get to the training as a man interrupted, the blue glow eminating from his hair was all too familiar. He was one of the old heroes which has fought the Titan. Victor immediately dropped the thought of his dummy, taking determined steps towards the soldier. He passed Viktoriya which was engaged with her own training. The thought of what she was doing enticed him but he knew what reaction he would get if he was to take a glance. He quickly passed her reaching the soldier, Zeke by the same time as Valoel. She gave him a salute and to Victors own surprise he slowly and lazily swung his right hand up to his forehead. Stretching out his back to his full length. "Don't do that, don't shame us like that!"An angry response forced Victor to lower his hand much faster than he would've liked. But inside he smiled, seemed he still had enough sense to have respect.

His red burning pupils was focused intensely on the man. He seemed to give an familiar reaction to the voices. They crawled deep inside Victor, like they were trying to hide from him. And Victor duly enjoyed the moment. Until a sudden explosion thundered throughout the base. Knocking the tranquility straight out of Victor. The voices spurred within him "We'll fight, Let's fight, Lets fight right now! We will tear them apart, Kill, Mutilate, Everything! They always had to get so damn excited.

Valoel shouted out their orders before sprinting off. Victor stood stunned for a moment, not because of he voices going berserk again. But for the sudden insight of the freedom he was given. He was to go off on his own, and fight using his own thoughts. Almost every battle Victor remember has been the same. He had been treated like a rabid dog. Let loose around the enemy and then subdued before being able to cause any unnecessary damage. Was this perhaps a chance for him? And was perhaps this new feeling enveloping him what's called, determination?

Victor gave Zeke a final glance before rushing after Valoel. She was admittedly quite fast, but Victor moved like a demon, even with the full plate armor. The armor itself was now more of an extension of himself. He wasn't slowed by it, atleast now while the voices was so excited for the upcoming battle. Just as he was himself.