The Salle, Thursday Morning

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James attacked.

His rapier parted the air as he worked his way through a modified training regimen, blending the traditional attack and parry forms learned from Arutha and his swordmaster with the kata of Baru Serpentslayer, and even a few tips from the brothers at Sarth.

Moving at a speed that made his muscles burn, James worked on his attacks. His 'bump of trouble' twinged whenever he was near a certain shop in towwn; if need be, he would be prepared.

He paused, sword point down, to wipe the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his new tee shirt. He would be ready.

[Open/establishy!]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[brat_inslayage]

It shouldn't have been a surprise that Self-Defense class today was going to be pretty rough, and just to be clear, it wasn't a surprise. After a few hours, the ouch factor had definitely set in, and that called for ice packs and a whole lot of not moving.

That was Kennedy's opinion on the matter, and it happened to be Dru's as well, which meant there were two worn out, sore, and mostly inert girls occupying the common room, ice packs and all. Kennedy'd insisted on letting Dru have the couch, and was sprawled out on the floor instead, eyes half closed.

"You know? I'm really gonna miss that class."

It might have been arguable grounds for insanity.

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