Spring
Day 23
511 AV
Day 23
511 AV
Thump, thump, thud, scream of frustration, thump, thud, thud, thud.
The dummy seemed to be smirking, bouncing back after each hit, kick, and punch with unwavering reliability. Taunting, the dummy never seemed to waver very far with the blows. Mocking, the target seemed invincible.
Stuffed to the overflowing brim, the burlap sac looked soft and had a rough feel to it; which scratched the soft skin of hands and tickled the palms. It was settled upon a stub of wood, sitting innocently. It wore a simple smiling, which seemed to be more mocking than anything. What kind of enemy wore a smile through all of the kicks, hits, and other uses of inflicting pain? Someone who wanted to infuriate their attacker, of course!
There were several of the burlap sack targets along in a line, quite spaced out from one another. Although there were a few other Drykas in the area, there was only one pair working together on a target. The War Pavilion wasn't very popular today. Thank goddess.
Gemian was nearby, curled in a ball, nose hidden inside the white fluff of his tail as his beady eyes watched the activities around him. So far, only one Drykas had passed Anila, and a low growl was emitted. Perhaps it was the atmosphere which caused his wariness. Perhaps simply being in an open area outside of his normal. Or the hot-blooded energy radiating off of Anila in waves.
Turning back to the target, a glare in her hazel eyes, Anila ground her teeth together in frustration. Jealousy raged through her. The least she could hope was that the other Drykas had been doing this for a very long time. It would almost kill her to find that they were new to this. Hell, though she couldn't hurt this damned dummy, she would succeed in strangling them.
The dummy seemed to be smirking, bouncing back after each hit, kick, and punch with unwavering reliability. Taunting, the dummy never seemed to waver very far with the blows. Mocking, the target seemed invincible.
Stuffed to the overflowing brim, the burlap sac looked soft and had a rough feel to it; which scratched the soft skin of hands and tickled the palms. It was settled upon a stub of wood, sitting innocently. It wore a simple smiling, which seemed to be more mocking than anything. What kind of enemy wore a smile through all of the kicks, hits, and other uses of inflicting pain? Someone who wanted to infuriate their attacker, of course!
There were several of the burlap sack targets along in a line, quite spaced out from one another. Although there were a few other Drykas in the area, there was only one pair working together on a target. The War Pavilion wasn't very popular today. Thank goddess.
Gemian was nearby, curled in a ball, nose hidden inside the white fluff of his tail as his beady eyes watched the activities around him. So far, only one Drykas had passed Anila, and a low growl was emitted. Perhaps it was the atmosphere which caused his wariness. Perhaps simply being in an open area outside of his normal. Or the hot-blooded energy radiating off of Anila in waves.
Turning back to the target, a glare in her hazel eyes, Anila ground her teeth together in frustration. Jealousy raged through her. The least she could hope was that the other Drykas had been doing this for a very long time. It would almost kill her to find that they were new to this. Hell, though she couldn't hurt this damned dummy, she would succeed in strangling them.
