The Salle, Monday Morning
Monday, March 2nd, 2015 04:09 pmCassandra had had a terribly confusing week she had spent largely sequestered in her room. Then she had been on a ship, sailing for fanciful destinations she had never heard of. Neither of these two conditions offered much space for her usual training, bar the few times she had dared to venture out of her room to lash out at practice dummies.
But it was a new week, with no seeming oddness at hand. And so at first light she clad herself in her armor and headed for the salle.
She would be there, practicing her moves with the proper containment. Today, no dummies would perish at her hands.
They would merely be maimed. Somewhat. She was aiming for the head and arms, by and large. Surely they could take it.
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But it was a new week, with no seeming oddness at hand. And so at first light she clad herself in her armor and headed for the salle.
She would be there, practicing her moves with the proper containment. Today, no dummies would perish at her hands.
They would merely be maimed. Somewhat. She was aiming for the head and arms, by and large. Surely they could take it.
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