They had reached port a few days ago, it was now time to get off and stretch the legs, the Rev LT slipped his Dial gloves one and strapped them up. Now that they were secured he gathered his things and went off into the sandy area. He went from the tundra to the desert, it was comical to him. Surely the men under his charge were shocked and confused but knew their leader has a plan a and reason as to why he does the thing he did. The male found himself awaiting his ally who traveled with them here from the Tundra, they had agreed to do a bit of training with each other to knock that raveling rust off. Knuckles was looking eager to see how much stronger his friend had gotten over these years and what exactly he had become accustomed to using in these types of sparring matches. After all they were both trained by the Rev's long ago to use the basics of some form of Haki. Knuckles wasn't much for the Haki he learned while in the Rev's training camp but it was still good to go back to the basics and ensure he kept his training up. Those who would see him there off of the peer would notice that he was wearing his as always black boots,pants and grey T-shirt. He thought it best to leave his black jacket on the ship with the heat of this place and all.
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