Inside the atrium of a quaint mansion just outside of Muffinvile, there sits an octagon-shaped platform. Encircled about by small trees and flowering bushes, it seems somewhat out of place in what most people would consider a secluded garden.
On that octagon stands Mal Content, debonair swashbuckler and lady killer extraordinaire. He faces a fair and deadly woman with a serious face, even if there is a smiling twinkle in his eyes. "Now, Logos. I feel you've caught a grasp of some of the basics for Krav Maga. Let's see you put them to use."