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Date Posted: 21:32:19 04/02/02 Tue
Author: Alanna
Subject: � warm up �

Young woman enters the practice fields, a satisfied smile planted on her lips. "Finally," she whispered to herself. It had been awhile since she had been in a practice field. Suddenly all the memories returned, the smell of armour, horses, and weapons all made her want to dance. She was where she belonged. Putting down her weapons carefully, she begins to stretch, taking her time carefully to work every muscle. Stretching complete, she moves to hand to hand combat warm-up seeing Alaric was not yet here. Starting slowly, hands and feet swing through the air at invisible enemies, speeding up as accuracy increases. Stumbling through a left side kick, she returns to her slow pace, speeding up slowly as she perfects the move. Her hand combat warm up comes to an end as her body moves swiftly through the air, a mere blur of fists and feet. Satisfied, she moves to the broadsword. The sword she chooses is much more than it looks as if she could carry, though long hours of practice taught her body to heft the weight. Starting off two-handed, she moves through a pattern of blocks. First practicing a block for her legs, then body, then head, off both the left and right sides. Finishing her blocks, she moves to offensive, sword slashing through the air as it attacks the unseen foes. She bites her lip until it bleeds, striving to perfect her side cuts from the left. Her left side always gave her problems, being right handed. Once complete, a brief water break is made, only to return to the routine, though this time, one-handed. Only a short amount of time is spent on the right hand, blocks and blows being equally good with that arm. Minutes go by, however, as she works with her left arm, carefully moving through different manuevers to master her off-hand. Grinning when she blocked and attacked to her liking, she moves to her crystal-hilted sword. Much lighter, her exercises with it went by much quicker than with the heavy broadsword. Smiling as she ended, she sheathes her weapon and drinks from her flask of water looking around for Alaric.

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