ofuda (ofuda) wrote in alchemy_rp, @ 2015-09-18 11:05:00 |
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The sound of her breathing was just about the only thing she could hear, along with the faint throbbing of her own heartbeat in her ears. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. And then again. It was a set of six moves. Defend, block, attack, feint, strike and jab. But she was free to mix them up as she felt like in actual battle. When she was using the standard wooden training post though, the basics were more important. You didn't learn to fight over a couple of hours or days. You practiced it over years. And even though the training post was fairly standard stuff for her, she didn't neglect it. Her arms were weapons in and of themselves. Her body movements quick and swift, unhindered by doubt. Her usual training attire, a form-fitting black tank and pants was already showing signs of her intensive training, given that she had been at this for hours now. Before the training post had been the pull-ups. And sit-ups. Before even that had been her usual morning run. Yet Al still looked completely at ease and comfortable. Definitely not like someone who had been training for hours. She was pleased to find that the training dome was relatively empty though. Since it had been getting quite packed in the recent week or two once all the Arcanists and APs had arrived. It seemed people were getting more and more anxious about the situation with the Shadowkind, which was perfectly understandable. She was just about to start another set when she picked up the footfalls of someone approaching. She looked up and was surprised to see who she actually found there. |