Word Count ::419 Points::3 OOC:: Set at the training grounds, about late morning to midday, February 23rd.
The sun’s light lingered above the land, just a little bit off to the side making not directly overhead. The Dasa spent his morning hours at the training grounds doing some weapon work. He glanced around at the sometime to be perfect get away for any warrior. The area was a work in progress for sure, but the male figured that once winter would retreat he and a few others would put some effort in and get it entirely finished. His throwing knives and shuriken were scattered about, lots of them stuck in makeshift targets with a few strays littered amongst the ground from a couple of unsuccessful attempts on his part. It was the start to pretty decent day nothing out of the ordinary had occurred yet by his definition. He slept really well the night before, so he felt unusually great today. The mutt stretched his arms and shoulders and worked his way down his entire body trying to remember to stretch everything he could.
The multicolored mix gazed up into the sky towards the sun, it’s rays seemed to get stronger by the day nearing the possible end of the cold season. Bored with the weapon work Mido knew in the back of his mind that it was time to revisit the fundamentals. Basics, basics, basics. The male closed his eyes, heaving in a deep breath, he let out slowly. There wasn’t anybody at the training grounds at the time except him. The half and half slowly rolled through the burned in memory motions one by one as if he were a beginner. An over head block, a simple jab, basic kick, uppercut, he was fighting an imaginary opponent before he knew it. Taking advantage of the fact that he figured he was the only one here he let loose. He combined a wide array of strikes and kicks with flips and twists, as if he were some kind of hurricane or tornado he moved over the grounds pushing his heart rate through the roof. The male came to an abrupt halt out of a string of movements, this was great and all, but there was just something that he was lacking. It dawned on him; training really is more enjoyable when you have someone else to do it with. Not feeling the urge to go harass the all familiar Oriax of Anathema, he wondered if it would be too much of a stretch to train with someone else.
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