Narora let out a battle cry as he charged at a few trianing dummys. Half way down his forearms, Scythe blades were formed and came down about a foot past his hands. To alow this and not let his clothing get torn up, his shirt was hanging from a lone tree that was left unmarked, and he was waring shorts of all things. He brought one hand down, cutting up one dummy's shoulder, turned, and stabbed clean through another. He formed a huge Scythe blade to come from his left, unused hand and had it cut a third in half.
He jumped into the air and flipped backwards over another dummy, cutting at it with a scythe blade on his foot. Its head fell from its shoulders.
He landed and panted as he looked at the distruction around him. Bushes reduced to shrubs, any plant life was dead, and now 4 dead dummys.
"damn... someones gonna chew my ass out for this..." he sighed and retracted his scythes.