Fall 25th, 512AV Afternoon, Training Grounds The cut of air followed by the metal cored wood in the shape of a shortsword, flimsily, small hands swung the practice item around. Feet spread apart, maybe a little too far apart but it made do with the over head swings. The buckler held firmly on the arm and protecting the practicers front, the stab through of an imaginary target in front of the sword wielder. The small woman was hyping her self up as she put her weight on one foot, trying out a new attack and striking the other foot out; eyes shutting at that moment and throwing her off her center of gravity, making her flail pitifully. Setting the foot firmly back down, and regaining her balance by rocking back and forth, the small woman did not fall on her back or side. With a relieved sigh, Ana assumed the offencive position again. Lifting the buckler up, and doing an under hand slice, her feet all over the place now as she stepped forwards with a final swing of frustration. Sitting down and rubbing her eyes, the sword and buckler on the ground now. It had been such a long time since she had done this, and especially without a teacher, why had Zandelia left? Ana wondered, depressed over the dissapearence of their last leader. First Cade, now Zandelia, how would the Crimson Edge ever live on? Look at yourself, sitting stupidly there and pitying yourself, a stray voice said inside her head, mocking her weakness. Shaking herself, she stood up again, picking the sword up and hefting the buckler so it would be level with herself. Why did she continue to try anyways? It was futile really, she didn't need to know how to fight anymore, and yet she was compelled to keep learning how to defend herself. Why couldn't she just give it a break? Eyes watering, she sniffed a bit, how would anything be done if she kept this up? So many questions flooded her mind to the point she let out a frustrated yell at an imaginary object in front of her, hacking and slashing without any form, besides to just exhert out her anger over how everything became to be. "Why...Is...This...Happening..." She breathed out with each fury induced swing, whispering under her breath until she finally just stopped and stared at the ground. She hadn't even noticed if anyone was watching, nor did she care at that point. |