Gotta fight gotta strike...

[shorterinperson]

WHO: Alanna and anyone who wants to learn to fight
WHAT: Training
WHERE: The Training Field
WHEN: ALL THE TIME :|
WARNING(S): None

Sir Alanna's routine is stringent. She wakes before dawn to stretch for about an hour. Then she eats. Then she heads to the stable to feed and clean her horse. After that, she heads to the training field, where she stores duplicates of her favorite weapons as well as spares for anyone who might want to use them.

She starts with the sword, running through one-person 'sets', demonstrating for anyone who might be there so early in the day. Then she practices with her axe, then the knives, then finally the bow and arrow. By lunch time she's covered in sweat, but she doesn't bother to shower after her meal. She heads straight back to the field so begin proper lessons, whatever is called for that day.

This is her routine, every day, unless something horrible happens to set things awry. If the sun is shining, Alanna is training or caring for her horse.

Comments

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura wasn't quite sure what he was doing at training, but he was expected to show, and show he did, feeling horribly out of place in his sweater, jeans and sneakers, and worried that he was going to not be able to keep up the charade of not being the him that was expected. But he was going to try!

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan sat at the side of the practice field, not wanting to distract Alanna when she was training. He watched intently, head tilted to one side, and kept his knife safely across his knees.