WHO: Astrid Hofferson and OPEN to fighting girls (Multiples Welcome) WHAT: Training WHEN: Monday WHERE: An open field at the park WARNINGS: Nah STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Astrid hadn't done any training in the few days that she'd been here, and that was enough of that. She wasn't going to lose her edge just because she found herself in a strange new place. If anything, that was more reason to be on top of her game and to keep her skills honed. She was good at what she did. She knew that. She might have been a skinny blonde, but she was the kind of skinny blonde who could kick most guys' butts without a thought. She wasn't the kind of skinny blonde smart people messed with, unless they really liked pain.
It was who she was, really. She was a fighter. Berk treated girls well compared to some other places she'd seen and visited, but she'd still had to fight twice as hard as anyone else to earn their respect. And she'd done it while putting up with idiots like Snotlout hitting on her constantly.
She'd told the ladies she'd talked to last night on the network that she would be out here today, and she had sent them all a message to let them know that they were welcome to stop by and spar with her. Sure, she could practice a little with just her tools and some targets, but it wasn't like fighting against another person.
Right now, she had out not only a sword, but a mace and a battle axe that she'd found at Red Dog Arms. She was throwing them at the targets, hitting them hard enough to almost knock the target over. Of course, she was just working on her throwing arm. Throwing melee weapons was a good way to get yourself killed in the heat of battle.