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‘...105, 106, 107,’ between labored breaths, Rouslyn swung her phrik sword vertically, ‘108, 109…’ She had been at this exercise for the better part of the morning; the sun at this time had fully crested the horizon, enveloping Cartann, the main city of the Church of Mortis.
Rouslyn resided in her liege lord’s estate within the city; the estate, a sizable yet unassuming area, housed everything a noble could ask for including an armory, as well as an outdoor training area. She occupied a practice ring towards the middle of the training area, and was using it to her fullest extent.
‘...110, 111, 112,’ her arms began to quiver, but she ignored the impulse to drop her sword, ‘113, 114, 115!’ She blasted through the last three of her set; digging the point of her sword into the soft earth, she pushed it down and caused it to stand up. Rouslyn let out a long, exaggerated sigh before laying down on the ground. She began cloud-gazing, allowing her arms a brief respite before Lord Leonatas arrived so the real training could begin.
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Rouslyn resided in her liege lord’s estate within the city; the estate, a sizable yet unassuming area, housed everything a noble could ask for including an armory, as well as an outdoor training area. She occupied a practice ring towards the middle of the training area, and was using it to her fullest extent.
‘...110, 111, 112,’ her arms began to quiver, but she ignored the impulse to drop her sword, ‘113, 114, 115!’ She blasted through the last three of her set; digging the point of her sword into the soft earth, she pushed it down and caused it to stand up. Rouslyn let out a long, exaggerated sigh before laying down on the ground. She began cloud-gazing, allowing her arms a brief respite before Lord Leonatas arrived so the real training could begin.
@Chask274