Matt quickly scanned the provided map on his pad and found the training yard. It was a little after 4:30 p.m., and he wanted to get in a few hours of sparring and testing his [Cracked Phantom Armor] before tomorrow. Griff had suggested he wait, but the desire to finally progress after spinning his wheels at Benny’s was too great.
As he arrived, he was almost run over by a group of six who came out the door right as Matt was opening it.
“Sorry, dude, bad timing on our part.” The man in front was Matt’s height and a year or so older, if he had to guess. “Hey, are you new? Don’t recognize the face. Name’s Mathew.”
He ended his introduction by sticking out his hand.
“Mathew? Well, it's always nice to meet a fellow Matt.” The Matts shook hands and each laughed.
“Well, now that I know you h
