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Ass-kicking? Yes...yes there is XD
Location: Trenton Amphitheatre
Form: Optime
The day began as any other would have, slowly and with the unmistakable chill of winter on one’s nose. When the early morning was meant for patrol and remarking the borders and checking for breaches, such duties were instead left to the capable hands of the members themselves, trusting that they would take a proactive approach in ensuring their home’s protection. With such faith placed in her brethren, the female warrior was able to take stride confidently across the white dusted length of the land, away from the encompassing woods and across the partially stilled river. Her gallant pace lead her beyond the northeastern district of Ichika’s vast terrain into the more human-esque enclosures, home to her fellow members that preferred the remnant structures of a long vanished culture to that natural encampments to the south of them.
Yet while she did not like these grounds or the air of age they projected, she had found certain sects of this distract quite useful. In her explorations of the marked territory, she discovered an interesting plot of land, of course covered with snow but held beveled indentations in the landscape. Uniquely layered and in equal height; ‘steps in the land’ she perceived it and at times found herself coming to this earthen theatre to take part in personal training.
But today the grounds would be shared for the purpose a shaming a latent potential into something great. The opportunity awarded by her cherished Cavalieri friend was certainly not going to be wasted especially on a day as clear and calm as this. From the top of the steps her voice rang out for her personal guest to come forth for his lesson. The Nomad had done well to prepare herself, garbed in nothing save for the leather cuffs bound around her forearms to act as both weapon and guard for this beginning segment. Her hair was bound back, a rarity in and of itself for without the loose strands to veil her eyes she looked strangely alert as opposed to her usually relaxed and calmed demeanor. Still her mane was worn in a single braid, extending from the top of her crown to end well below the back of her thigh, feathers and all adorned but carefully fastened.
Atop the steps she waited patiently with arms folded comfortably beneath her chest as she anticipated the hopefully prompt arrival of her would-be pupil.