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ooc murr
Adelle stretched with a yawn from where she was curled up. Morning had come, and that meant time for training. Lazily she made her way to the armory, grabbing the practice weapons that she used. The metal gloves she owned were briefly polished off, though they were tight around her hands at this point. They weren't truly comfortable for her to work with. Adelle loved them too much to admit they were getting small for her though, so she dutifully made sure they were polished and added them to the pile for her to take out to the ring.
Reaching the sparring ring Adelle moved in and began her warm up. Stretches didn't take too long, and she was about to begin her routines Adelle noticed someone in the ring with her. Blinking Adelle woke up the rest of the way, seeing a fellow Casa member working away with blows on a bag. It was different than the wooden post Adelle had set up, and probably hurt a lot less to hit. Wandering over Adelle stared. How'd you make that?