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Amy was aware of the other's approach, her training allowing her to show no signs of it as she continued to match off against the attacks called out by the bird above. She was rather curious about him being out here. Was he actually going to train out here in the rain? Their last meeting had them on opposite sides, Amy fully prepared to kill him. The fact that they had met after that wasn't remembered by Amy, blocked out by the more stressful events surrounding that time.
So he was here to train. Smiling she turned to face him. Someone who took their training as seriously as she did. Granted, she was technically retired, but she still needed to be strong. Especially after what had happened. Amy didn't want to ever end up caught in that position again. Sounds interesting. She waited for him to select a weapon impatiently. The crow cried out another attack, Amy barking up an insult to get him to shut up. That was their main way of communicating after all, the insults taking on slightly different meanings as they worked to become a more jumbled message just between them.
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