When the morning sun rose to the sky the next day, Ivan made his way to the training ground where he found Alistair and Tobias practicing. Everyone else had left the moment the sun began to pop up, leaving behind the vampire brothers to face themselves, and Ivan had suspected he'd find them here.
A little curve arched his lips as he watched them in silence, but soon after, his eyebrows pulled together when he noticed Alistair's hesitancy in striking an attack– he was inexplicably slow, which was odd for someone with inhumane reflexes, and luckily, he wasn't the only one who seemed to notice it.
"I think we should stop here." Tobias withdrew his sword that was merely inches away from stabbing Alistair in the eye. "You've been acting weird these past few days, are you sure you're alright? Do I need to get a royal physician?"