Killshade was one of the last ones of the VTOL, he quietly hoped out of the vehicle, then entered the hall. His first priority was to fix his weapon, though the prospect of helping Pariah interrogate some of the villains did interest him admittingly. He stepped inside and headed straight for his room where all the items needed to repair his sword were. He didn't speak with anyone else as he walked, just going by them, stepping around and through crowds. Soon enough he reached his room, popped open the door and stepped inside. He reached under his bed where he placed one of the metal suitcases and placed it on top of the bed, then he removed his weapon from its sheath.Luckily he had done this procedure on the sword many times before, like the back of his hand to him.

After a few minutes of careful handling of the blade, he had straightened it out, next he needed to sharpen it, another easy task. He tightened his gloves then removed the oiled whetstone from the briefcase, then he laid it down on a nearby table, then very carefully ran the blade along it dozens of times. After every so often he paused to inspect his work, after he reached the perfect sharpness for the weapon, he slid it back into his sheath then removed the sheath from his back, laying it down for a moment. He quickly changed out of his battle apparel, getting into workout clothes once more. He folded up his previous outfit along with setting down all of the weaponry he carried, leaving the items and the outfit on the bed.

He walked through the hallways to the training center, the look on his face changing to one of surprise as he stepped into the room, his eyes gleaming over the rows of seemingly endless equipment. A smile almost popped on his face as he strolled over to an area in the room containing the pull-up bars, one of which he stopped in front of, then grasped a bar and began lifting himself up and down, no signs of strain on his face as he went along with the workout, his enhanced muscles and bones able to breeze through most of them, but he was not a superhuman, and as such would tire out at some point, that was what he was aiming for as he pulled himself up, bringing his chin above the bar, then back down, avoiding smacking his face on the equipment with each rise of his body.