11-28-2011, 05:31 PM
Amy was rather pleased with the weather. The lack of snow allowed her easy travel. It also kept the slave discouraged, trapped in the longing for her homeland. She smiled slightly to herself as she trundled through the grounds, thinking to herself. What she really needed right now was to practice. She'd spent the previous night mixing up various poisons and reciting the herb uses to herself, but it was her physical skills that needed true work. It had been a while since she'd wielded a blade, letting it bite into flesh.
She wasn't so fair she wouldn't attack without reason, of course. If needed Amy would wait for something to happen, giving her the excuse. Until then Amy drilled against a tree, practicing her throwing knives and alternating with the slashing moves of her sword. The pattern was smooth, creating a flashing dance in the light. The movement was soothing, resting Amy's mind. Each stroke killed another demon in her mind, even if they would return once her movement halted. Her skirt didn't get in the way, cut short to allow the most movement.
In only a few minutes Amy found herself huffing, falling into a complete rhythm. Interrupting her at this point would be dangerous, everything closed off to her except the sound of the spinning steel. Knives hit their target each time as she cut down a nearby branch. It was difficult doing both at the same time, but she needed to be able to fight against multiple enemies. She never knew when she'd be outnumbered, and honor wasn't exactly something she practiced herself.
She wasn't so fair she wouldn't attack without reason, of course. If needed Amy would wait for something to happen, giving her the excuse. Until then Amy drilled against a tree, practicing her throwing knives and alternating with the slashing moves of her sword. The pattern was smooth, creating a flashing dance in the light. The movement was soothing, resting Amy's mind. Each stroke killed another demon in her mind, even if they would return once her movement halted. Her skirt didn't get in the way, cut short to allow the most movement.
In only a few minutes Amy found herself huffing, falling into a complete rhythm. Interrupting her at this point would be dangerous, everything closed off to her except the sound of the spinning steel. Knives hit their target each time as she cut down a nearby branch. It was difficult doing both at the same time, but she needed to be able to fight against multiple enemies. She never knew when she'd be outnumbered, and honor wasn't exactly something she practiced herself.