Warren and Marc would have said she was in her Zen Zone. Zee always thought that was stupid. She wasn't zen, she was focused. Then again neither of her brothers dueled. Neither of them realized just how much preparation went into each match, how much practice was needed or how much mental strain it could put one under just getting ready for it. It sometimes worried her parents that before competitions she'd put herself into seclusion of a sort. But she needed it. Just like now.
There was truth to the idea that war was a science. They'd come here knowing their own history, determined to change it - especially her - and in order to do that she needed to practice. She was not one to walk into something like this blind. She'd told Lucy she was heading out for practice. And she needed it. She'd buffed up on spells before coming but hadn't put them into practical application. She'd left the safehouse and apparated further into the woods, far enough away that no one would be able to find it. Something she was not taking chances with were the safety of her friends.
"FEORQUIDA" the spell ripped from her wand and in a flash of golden light, flew at a target she'd set up. The fourth time she'd tried to use it, varying exact pronunciation until she got the desired force behind it. Practice made perfect.
Pushing her hair out of her face, she paused momentarily, but she didn't really know why. She didn't hear anything. She fired off another three spells, new ones before nodding to herself and looking around the area. Something was bothering her. But she didn't see anything either. "Zantinmora!"