Tyren ran his thumb over the blade of his sword, before picking it up and heading outside to the street for some practice. With the return of his speech had come his humanity, although much of his past still remained a mystery to him. The people who had taken him in and helped him to recovery he did not recognise, although once, long ago, they had apparently played a large part in his life. Bent, Dala, Swatch and… Raun. An odd group, but he'd taken to them almost immediately, with the exception of Raun. He supposed it was because he'd attacked Raun awhile back – not that he remembered doing it, but according to everyone else, he'd done it all the same. Tyren spun his sword in his hands, before unleashing a devastating combo on the invisible enemy standing stock still in front of him.

"No! Not like that. You need to bring it down with more strength, more raw power. Otherwise you'll just give whoever you're facing a gentle knock on the head and get them even more pissed off at you. When done properly, this'll take even the most fearsome enemy out. I call it the Swatch Slash."

Tyren hung his head as Swatch patted him on the back.

"Don't worry, it just takes awhile to get the hang of. But maybe you should try a lighter weapon. It'd probably suit you more, as you're not exactly built for strength."

"Then again, I'm not built for speed or agility either, which is more a less a requirement of having a light sword of some sort."

He looked up to see Dala standing on one side, watching him practice. She gave him an encouraging smile.

"Don't worry, you've got all the time in the world to practice it. Did you know that a sword like yours will last for centuries if you take proper care of it?"

Tyren shook his head, partly in response to her question and partly in disbelief at her large database of useless knowledge – one that she shared with everyone and anyone within earshot.

"Try it again, maybe this time will be the one."

Another voice joined in the prodding.

"C'mon, Tyren, show us what you got. I can tell by the way your muscles are rippling through your oh-so-magnificent torso that they can't wait to get started."

"Ah shaddup, Bent."

With a wild yell, Tyren attempted the move again, this time tumbling to the ground halfway through.

"Next time."

With a final downward stroke, Tyren slammed the point into the ground as he came to a halt. His first properly done Swatch Slash, he realised. The increase in his strength and agility amazed him, and he wondered where they had come from. Before he could think it through, Swatch approached him with a huge smile on his face.

"At least you still remember that, even if you don't remember much else. Your strength's increased pretty dramatically since we last saw you. And you move a helluva lot faster than before, that's for sure."

I remember now. I remember.

But Swatch had ambled off, and he was on his own again, his sword moving in patterns only his body remembered.