Parry.
Jump.
Thrust.
FASTER!
Jump.
Twist.
Counter.
NOT FAST ENOUGH!
Sweat beads rolled down her face gently as she thrust a practice spear into the heart of a misshapen target. It was warm in the tower, or maybe she had been working too hard. Either way the mare found herself in the War training area, again. She'd grown accustomed to it, the smell of sweat and dirt and the feel of the different weapons in her calloused hands.
Like a little piece of home.
Though, this felt different to her now after being here so long. Her eyes slowly moved to people nearby, talking with each other and laughing. It'd been a long while since she'd spoken to anyone, but she turned back, pulling the spear clear from the shape and moving back for another spar against the lifeless dummy. It made her feel better and eased that awkward part about her. Though internally she longed to have a training partner at the least. The dummies could only do so much after all.
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