[Ira was passing by the houses and headed home when he heard a racket from behind one of the houses. Never one to really stop his own curiosity, he followed the noise before seeing the very much wrecked training dummies. About time he came across someone who was actively training for the battle to come. That it was an old acquaintance of his only seemed to assure the kid more.

Yet for a moment, he almost feels a pang of something like guilt or--dare he think it--sympathy when he accidentally overhears something. He could almost laugh at the irony of the statement, but only allows a smirk as he approaches.]

You know, I'm pretty sure those dummies had it coming. [He shifts slightly, resting a fist on his hip next to where his rapier and oddly-designed broadsword sit sheathed.] Been a while. Need a target that'll actually fight back, Cloud?

[It's the least he can offer having accidentally eavesdropped.]