Silax entered the training hall with Tyla right behind him.
Tyla's smile faltered as she took in the scene. The once pristine wooden training dummies lay in splinters and scattered around the floor of the hall. Gouges marred the polished stone floor, and sharp cuts danced across the walls like angry fingers.
"Whoa, what happened here?" Tyla asked.
"Let's just say my training session got a little out of hand." He gestured around the room.
"Seems this place wasn't able handle my enthusiasm with my new abilities."
Tyla raised an eyebrow. This devastation didn't seem to be a result of just his control over wind. She was both impressed and a little concerned.
"So, what's the plan?" Tyla asked as she picked up a piece of splintered wood and examined it with mock seriousness.
"I was thinking of a total room revamp. Reinforced walls, floor that can withstand a good earth tremor, maybe even some fire-resistant enchantments for good measure."