Nuada had his elven spear in his hand, jumping, spinning, and slashing, in the air as the wind swirled with his rhythm of slashes. The rain felt good on him as he trained, and it kept him focused-the best way for him to train. He threw his spear up in the air, as he started punching air, the rain stopping in it's path. When the spear landed in his hands, he slashed swiftly at the air again, splitting a raindrop in two. He then sighed and sat down now; meditating in his next session in the training of the mind. He then lay there- shirtless, exhausted, and craving a cigarette.