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Belyael waited for his training to begin. He was laying in a small grove that was within another complex. Some lattice work with vines running through them lined the outside of the circular area. He was resting in the center of a small circle of tall grass. He has pulled one of the stocks and stuck it in his mouth, currently chewing on it as he waited. Belyael hadn't brought his guns with him, only his sword and coat rested on a small concrete slab near him.