Kain slashes out at the next target, and of course the moment he so much as aims- not even strikes yet! - it’s gone. Vanished into thin air. Whatever it had been. His spear once again cuts through thin air. Nothing. This whole matter is getting very worrisome. He’s not really enjoying the voices he keeps hearing either. Is something messing with his mind again? If that’s the cause… he ought to fight harder…

But he’s panting heavily, the lance heavy in his hand as he glances over at Rachette, who’s just joined him on this soggy mess of a training ground. “Do I seem that bad off?” He struggles to catch his breath. That… really shouldn’t be taking so much of a toll on him.