With a smirk the Lamia Scale mage began by twirling his spear twice around his back, switching it to his left hand before bringing around his waist and using his right hand to grab it, slamming it onto the ground to create a deep hole in the soil the size of his spearhead. The dirt popped up, falling beside the dark skinned mage as his smirk grew larger. "This thing never ceases to amaze me." he said to himself. He was happy with his spear. It was strong and also had the ability to stop the usage of mana. If used correctly than he could beat almost anyone. The only problem was that it was pretty heavy and damaged his speed by a pretty large amount given that he wasn't the fastest person. However, it wasn't hard adjusting to the speed he had while welding the spear. Nothing was going to stop him. His blood boiled as he pondered on the amount of demons he would slay, boy oh boy, he just couldn't wait to start. Kyam was a very battle hungry person mostly because he enjoyed killing things.
The Demon Slayer lowered his eyes as if someone was in front of him though there wasn't anybody actually there. Training alone was boring so the only way he continued was if he imagined someone else in front of him. Of course the first person he imagined was Shahrbaraz. His guild master stood in front of him with his arms folded, unfazed per usual with that slick ass smirk on his face. His smirk quickly turned to a frown when he thought about it- not because he had anything to hate about Shahrbaraz, but mainly because it was upsetting that he could never even land a single hit on him. One day that would change and it would be sooner than his guild master expected. Kyam lunged forward using both of his hands to swing his spear as he approached his imaginary guild master 5 meters away. He missed like he always did as the man simply stepped to the side so Kyam quickly swung his spear with a twirl towards where his master had moved. Again, he dodged.
Although Shahrbaraz was just a figment of his imagination somehow the man was still able to rile Kyam up. The Savannan released a slight growl and lunged towards his imaginary guild master, swinging his spear once more to deliver a series of attacks at one time to hopefully land something. Truth was, Shahrbaraz never took it easy on him. He never allowed Kyam to get anything easy and that alone was going to push him to get stronger. Every time Kyam began to get frustrated his guild master would only say that he was doing this for his own good. Shahrbaraz told him a lot about his previous student who had died because he had more confidence than he should have had but Kyam couldn't be compared to anyone else, that was Shahrbaraz's mistake. Kyam was naturally an intelligent and strong fighter he would never lose so easily no matter what. The imaginary man vanished when Kyam heard a a growl from behind him. The growl was calm but there was obvious fury behind it. The mage stopped, straightened his posture then slowly turned to see where the noise was coming from. There a pack of wolves stood, seven to be exact. The Alpha stood in the front while three wolves stood on each side of him, slowly approaching Kyam. "oh, hey there." he smirked.