Rather than sitting idol, Malus got up and headed inside the main building. It was quiet now, the students had left and almost no one walked the usually hectic hallways. He made his way past the empty classrooms and found the stairs up to the roof. He trudge slowly toward the door onto the roof, taking two steps at a time.
He reached the top and swung open the door, stepping out onto the roof he streched his arms out into the air, spreaded his fingers, and then yawned deeply.
Ahhhh... Nice night.
He jumped up onto the roof of the doorway, where he'd first had his encounter with Yuviel. He smiled at how easy he first thought it'd be to send her back to class. Then he clamped his ear, what a big mistake that thought had been. He kept a small smile on his face.
He stood tall, sword in hand, looking up into dark sky. He then lay his sword horizontally on the ground in front of him. He removed his coat and threw it down by the roof door, then he removed his shirt and placed it beside him. Then he took off his bandana and wrapped half around his wrist, and the other side to the hilt of his sword. His ears poked out from his hair, but the students had gone home so he assumed he'd be safe.
He started to swing his sword, making deadly swings and cuts through the air. His feet moved swiftly around the small roof section. His sword sometimes became a blur as Malus pushed himself hard. His muscles were aching from today's activities but Malus gritted his teeth and continued his practice. The gathering sweat on his head and torso glinted in the dying sun. His mind became clear of pointless thought as he became one with his sword. What he really wanted was a proper fight, there was no thrill in "hurting" the air.