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The sparring rings were up, and Adelle was hard at work. The metal gloves she'd been given struck hard against the wooden post she'd planted in the ground for this purpose. It had been easy enough for her to do, having helped set up one of the rings herself and watching the construction going on around the pack. Small dents were forming in it from the steady blows she'd been landing. Unfortunately, as eager as Adelle was she was still learning, and ended up striking the pole wrong.
It wouldn't have been that bad if it weren't for the gloves. Before they had been protecting her from the worst of the blows. With the bad angle, the metal backfired, sending painful vibrations up her arms. Howling she danced back, pulling the gloves off. Whining softly she licked at her sore knuckles, wishing that it hadn't been that painful. Trotting off she spotted someone sitting nearby, working over a gleaming weapon. Adelle sat down, watching him work. It definitely took her mind off the burning sensation left behind.