Wind raced around her as she stood motionless, clad in her leather amor. Sea green eyes closed, her right hand wound loosely around the hilt of her sword. The rushing air whipped her mahogany locks, tressed up in a ponytail, as out of the way as possible. Her quiver and bow lay at the edge of the clearing, beside a bush.
The clearing the cinnamon girl stood in had been a nice, level patch of earth just suitable to her needs, and it was private. Her practice sessions, while not something she wished to hide from any of the luperci she lived with, were things she deeply enjoyed and found to be most effective when she could quiet her mind, which often meant being alone. The sun still climbed upward towards its peak, its warmth bathing her form as she still waited. She would start momentarily, her breathing had slowed, her heart beat a steady rhythm in her chest, and her every sense was focused towards the task at hand.
The sea green eyes flashed open, her grip tightened and her glistening sword hissed as it flew from its sheath, her arm drawing it in a wide upward slash in a complete 180 degree arc before stopping just as quickly as it had started. Cassia crouched deep in her stance, her footpads shifting in the earth as she moved to her next strike at the imaginary foe before her. A shift of her hips preceded her shoulders and arm driving the blade forward in a thrust. Her left hand moved to grip the pommel of her sword, twisting the blade in a finishing blow before the cinnamon girl spun, slashing as she did, stopping in the same stance as she had begun, blade brandished above her head, right arm poised like a snake. The following barage of blows flew at breakneck speed punctuated with brief pauses as she shifted stances, forcing her body to move with perfect precision.
Each inhale and exhale was timed carefully to coincide with each movement as she fought her invisible foe. Such rigorous practice against a nonexistent foe was not the most ideal form of rehearsal, but as of yet Cassia had not met anyone to spar with, not with her weapon at least. She had not asked Oak to spar with her bare handed, but she figured he would be willing if she asked. No, to practice her swordsmanship she would have to settle with striking targetted blows at air for now.[/html]