Loud, repetitive thuds echoed across the outskirts. From whence did they come?
Former Captain Roana Steadman had set out well before dawn, her claymore and broadsword in tow, dressed for the hard work that lay ahead of her. Her hair was pulled back out of her face, her hands wrapped in leather bindings to protect them. From what? The wooden post she set up that was in for the beating of its lifetime. She had started her workout with basics. Push ups, squats, lunges, sit ups, plank holds, wall sits against the post - sweat rolled down her skin and drenched her shirt. Only when the sun just started to rise did ease up and stretch her muscles to give them a moments reprieve before moving on.
The post became her target, her mind sharp and focused on it as she laid into it. A flurry of punches and kicks, dodging imagined retaliation as splinters flew from it with each hit she landed. Which was not all of her hits to be fair - some she stopped short, some she feinted, twisting back and hitting low from the other side. Hand-to-hand combat wasn't her specialty, she was a swordsman, but she wasn't unfamiliar with the methods. No soldier worth their salt couldn't fight without a weapon in her opinion. This imagined duel between her and the post went on for...well she wasn't sure how long that was how focused on the task she was. But it eventually was brought to an end as she punched the top third, the wood finally giving way and snapping loose, falling to the ground in defeat. Roana stopped, staring at it as she caught her breath, pleased with her success thus far.
If only she could hear Ronin from wherever he was, certainly giving her criticism on her form.
Former Captain Roana Steadman had set out well before dawn, her claymore and broadsword in tow, dressed for the hard work that lay ahead of her. Her hair was pulled back out of her face, her hands wrapped in leather bindings to protect them. From what? The wooden post she set up that was in for the beating of its lifetime. She had started her workout with basics. Push ups, squats, lunges, sit ups, plank holds, wall sits against the post - sweat rolled down her skin and drenched her shirt. Only when the sun just started to rise did ease up and stretch her muscles to give them a moments reprieve before moving on.
The post became her target, her mind sharp and focused on it as she laid into it. A flurry of punches and kicks, dodging imagined retaliation as splinters flew from it with each hit she landed. Which was not all of her hits to be fair - some she stopped short, some she feinted, twisting back and hitting low from the other side. Hand-to-hand combat wasn't her specialty, she was a swordsman, but she wasn't unfamiliar with the methods. No soldier worth their salt couldn't fight without a weapon in her opinion. This imagined duel between her and the post went on for...well she wasn't sure how long that was how focused on the task she was. But it eventually was brought to an end as she punched the top third, the wood finally giving way and snapping loose, falling to the ground in defeat. Roana stopped, staring at it as she caught her breath, pleased with her success thus far.
If only she could hear Ronin from wherever he was, certainly giving her criticism on her form.
Roana
You don't own me
Don't try to change me in any way
You don't own me
Don't tie me down cause I'd never stay
Don't try to change me in any way
You don't own me
Don't tie me down cause I'd never stay
