Cenere had been walking aimlessly through the giant school. She knew she probably shouldn't have been, as she was lost now, but at least she had accidentally found what appeared to be a training room. She knew if might be a restricted area, but she didn't see anyone she could ask, besides, she wasn't given a map or anything... so it wasn't her fault. The training area, she noted with approval, is very large.
She walked into the middle of the training area and quickly unbuttoned and removed her midnight blue overshirt, and also loosened the tie around her neck, removing it as well. Carefully folding said articles of clothing, Cenere was left in a white blouse and midnight blue skirt. She set the neatly folded clothing in one of the many seats before walking a distance away, to ensure that nothing would get in her way as she warmed up and started training.
She did a very condensed warm-up, as she was quite flexible and her muscles were already warm from all the walking and running she had been doing until recently.
In a single, smooth movement and a small grunt, Cenere leapt from the crouch she had ended her warm-up in and released her weapon from it's restraint on her right hip. As her feet reconnected to the ground the weapon, a large whip, finished uncoiling with a weak snap, which created a small frown on Cenere's otherwise blank face. As she flicked her wrist back, drawing the whip out behind her, her face changed from a frown into a mask of concentration.
Cenere took a small step back and took a deep breath, releasing the air slowly from her lungs. As soon as the air was gone and she inhaled a normal amount of oxygen, she launched into a drill she had created and continued to add to. These movements were punctuated by the crisp sound of the whip breaking the sound barrier.
Small nicks and cuts began to appear on her hands and arms as she wove a web of danger around herself, danger moving so quickly the naked eye could not really keep up with. These wounds didn't bleed much as they weren't deep, but they served their purpose: constant reminders of the necessity of improvement.
As she fell into a rhythm, her movement became fluid and seemingly effortless. There were very few signs betraying the difficulty of what she was doing, one of which being the way her lungs slowly drew ragged breaths, fighting to keep enough oxygen flowing through her veins.
She walked into the middle of the training area and quickly unbuttoned and removed her midnight blue overshirt, and also loosened the tie around her neck, removing it as well. Carefully folding said articles of clothing, Cenere was left in a white blouse and midnight blue skirt. She set the neatly folded clothing in one of the many seats before walking a distance away, to ensure that nothing would get in her way as she warmed up and started training.
She did a very condensed warm-up, as she was quite flexible and her muscles were already warm from all the walking and running she had been doing until recently.
In a single, smooth movement and a small grunt, Cenere leapt from the crouch she had ended her warm-up in and released her weapon from it's restraint on her right hip. As her feet reconnected to the ground the weapon, a large whip, finished uncoiling with a weak snap, which created a small frown on Cenere's otherwise blank face. As she flicked her wrist back, drawing the whip out behind her, her face changed from a frown into a mask of concentration.
Cenere took a small step back and took a deep breath, releasing the air slowly from her lungs. As soon as the air was gone and she inhaled a normal amount of oxygen, she launched into a drill she had created and continued to add to. These movements were punctuated by the crisp sound of the whip breaking the sound barrier.
Small nicks and cuts began to appear on her hands and arms as she wove a web of danger around herself, danger moving so quickly the naked eye could not really keep up with. These wounds didn't bleed much as they weren't deep, but they served their purpose: constant reminders of the necessity of improvement.
As she fell into a rhythm, her movement became fluid and seemingly effortless. There were very few signs betraying the difficulty of what she was doing, one of which being the way her lungs slowly drew ragged breaths, fighting to keep enough oxygen flowing through her veins.