02-22-2012, 01:05 AM
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Hearing his voice in her ear Terra jumped in the air. Her eyes flew open as she spun around, bracing herself. She hadn't known that he was right behind her, though she'd known he was nearby. Panting she looked at him, measuring his calmness. He certainly knew what he was doing. Even if Terra managed to mimic and do what he asked, it was a poor copy, one that would only be improved with practice. Her eyes narrowed in consternation, and pushed herself to the limit, refusing to give in to the obvious weak points in her body.
By the time night fell Terra was exhausted. She hadn't felt herself improve, feeling more worn out than anything else. At the same time her heart pounded with joy, learning new things that she'd never known in a rapid time, things that would take her art to a whole new level, dumbfounding those around her. That wasn't to say it would happen all in one meeting. Terra would definitely have to make sure that she practiced, just as she did with her daggers. Axelle had taught her that just mimicking moves and repeating them over and over again did no good, but without a spar partner Terra was at her limit. She'd have to rely on her stealth and speed more than her poorly developed fighting skills. Ears swiveling she caught Shadow's movement behind her, and pounced on the large male. I win this round. The triumph was clear, even through the weary tone. Bouncing down Terra looked at him, ready for the next game.
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Hearing his voice in her ear Terra jumped in the air. Her eyes flew open as she spun around, bracing herself. She hadn't known that he was right behind her, though she'd known he was nearby. Panting she looked at him, measuring his calmness. He certainly knew what he was doing. Even if Terra managed to mimic and do what he asked, it was a poor copy, one that would only be improved with practice. Her eyes narrowed in consternation, and pushed herself to the limit, refusing to give in to the obvious weak points in her body.
By the time night fell Terra was exhausted. She hadn't felt herself improve, feeling more worn out than anything else. At the same time her heart pounded with joy, learning new things that she'd never known in a rapid time, things that would take her art to a whole new level, dumbfounding those around her. That wasn't to say it would happen all in one meeting. Terra would definitely have to make sure that she practiced, just as she did with her daggers. Axelle had taught her that just mimicking moves and repeating them over and over again did no good, but without a spar partner Terra was at her limit. She'd have to rely on her stealth and speed more than her poorly developed fighting skills. Ears swiveling she caught Shadow's movement behind her, and pounced on the large male. I win this round. The triumph was clear, even through the weary tone. Bouncing down Terra looked at him, ready for the next game.
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