Trinket watched the dummy's parts, noting them in relation to the parts on a human body. She knew what the parts were, what every organ, every muscle, every bone was. But she had not ever realized that certain parts were better to attack than others. Curious.
She gave a tiny nod. She raised her axe again, giving it a command just before she swung, adding force to the blow. She tried to mimic the exact stance, exact angle, exact swing that Sah had used. Bits of straw went flying. She wondered what they would look like if they were bits of blood.
"When do I get to kill someone?" she asked, holding the axe with two tired hands. "You said training is not the time for killing. So after I train enough, I can kill?" She was quite curious what killing would be like. She knew what death was, abstractly. But she had never seen a person die. She wondered how many ways there were to kill someone.
She hefted the axe to her shoulder again, huffing a bit with the effort. Sweat beaded her brow, though no sign of strain showed in her dark eyes. She swung again, imagining blood flying out in place of the straw. Most curious indeed.
She gave a tiny nod. She raised her axe again, giving it a command just before she swung, adding force to the blow. She tried to mimic the exact stance, exact angle, exact swing that Sah had used. Bits of straw went flying. She wondered what they would look like if they were bits of blood.
"When do I get to kill someone?" she asked, holding the axe with two tired hands. "You said training is not the time for killing. So after I train enough, I can kill?" She was quite curious what killing would be like. She knew what death was, abstractly. But she had never seen a person die. She wondered how many ways there were to kill someone.
She hefted the axe to her shoulder again, huffing a bit with the effort. Sweat beaded her brow, though no sign of strain showed in her dark eyes. She swung again, imagining blood flying out in place of the straw. Most curious indeed.
