drac needed to cool off. He'd broken the end off a mop and was using the end to practise sudan warrior staff fighting. It was a bit like a cross between staff juggling, acrobatics and a martial art. He whent in to a flip like movement that left him straght above the staff on one hand. He cringed as the rough mop end dug in to his hand, "Just a few more seconds" he muttered to him self before coming down in to a rested postion with his staff across his shoulders and his arms over the ends.