The morning had already been well spent waving about with her sword. The blade was starting to feel like an extension of her muscular arms, twisting and dancing the way she wanted it to without the delay that had slowed her down when she first had started to seek out her warrior spirit and dance with her twin blade. It would not be long now before she would try dual wielding her beautiful twins. For a human female this could have proved to be a more difficult task. Although the Japanese swords were much lighter than any European or American versions, they were not the lightest brand of katana; her werewolf strength was far greater than that of a puny human. What she would have to learn was to wield them with grace and elegance. For months now she had dedicated large portions of time every single day to strengthen her armed combat skills. She knew with certainty that she was becoming very dangerous as her skills rose steadily. Gabriel was also teaching her what he knew of spears, and she was pleased to discover that moves with different weapons could be combined and mixed and still prove to be most effective.
What Halo was not all too confident with was feral combat and optime without arms. Her body was slightly weary after hours of interaction with her beloved blades, but it would soon be replaced by a flow of energy. It was great to start the day off early with hard physical practise. It gave the day meaning already early on and if there was anything the girl truly needed it was meaning in her life. Her mind wanted to wither away and die, but this gave her a purpose. She did not want to let Samael win, and it was her quest in life to learn self defence so that she could one day watch his head fall off and tumble away from his body. She believed death would justify his actions. Although connected by blood, she was unsure if she would be able to look into his bright crimson eyes without getting haunted by horrible images. Samael Lykoi had created a weakness within that ate away on her self confidence – a hunger that was never satisfied no matter how much of her soul was drained in the process. It was a constant burden.
Scent and some noise led her to Anselm and his work out activities. She was plain in sight at she took a moment to watch his strong arms haul his body up and down where he hang. A moment was all he was given before she darted forwards and drew her twin blade and let it point towards her previous spot behind her. How well he could handle a sudden hostile situation, she wondered. Her intent was to do a simple half-moon slash and then take it from there. He was unarmed and without a weapon, so weapon practise was unlikely to be on today’s menu.