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Adelle still stood in awe of Grandpa's massive war ax. It was the best weapon she had beheld. Her growing form meant that the gloves she'd been gifted with no longer fit quite right, more and more unprotected hand to hand combat being practiced. She knew how to use a staff, a sword, and when Grandpa wasn't looking, occasionally borrowed his ax to try and fight with it. Her movements lacked the grace she had with the weapons she'd formally trained with, but she still had a good basis.
A mix of her sword and staff movements, Adelle stood in the woods, swinging the ax around. She didn't want to be caught, leaving the sparring rings behind for this practice. Trees in the clearing were littered with chops from the weapon, usually glancing with only one or two trees showing any significant level of damage to them. That didn't stop her from going, working to find the weapon's balance and strike harder.