Paks was in her usual place, and her target dummy was showing a bit of wear and tear due to her abuse. Today, Historical Battles was canceled, and since she didn’t have class, she figured she’d just continue practicing. Sweat trickled down her temple and down her neck. The day was warm enough that she’d taken off her jacket before she started practicing.
Planting her foot, Paks twisted and slammed her practice blade into the dummy’s torso before turning and thrusting her other practice blade into the back of the dummy. Whether or not such a move could happen during a real fight wasn’t certain, but it seemed a natural progression, and so she went with it.
Stepping away from the practice dummy, Paks paused to catch her breath. Looking off to the side, she saw a bucket of water with ladle hanging off of the fence near her jacket. Wiping sweat from her brow, she let go a big sigh as she moved to the bucket to grab a drink.