Laeia Tanzin had awoken early that morning. She emerged from Kalasins old hut. Kalasin had offered her to stay there when she was still around. It was just sunrise, and already some of the amazons were up and busy.
Today Laeia wore only a black leather, bra-like top and small, tight, black, leather shorts. She wore no shoes. In her hand was a bundle of weapons rolled up in some sort of mat-like carrier.
Laeia made her was over to the training area. She needed to move, do something to release soem of the rage within her. It had been weeks since she had last sparred with some one, let alone kill them like she used to. She had grown restless, and the weight it bared on her made her less of a nice person to be around.
The blonde rolled out the mat, releasing the weapons from the folds. Their were two, identical short swords, on long sword, and a bunch of long daggars. Laeia grasped the hilts of the two short swords. slowly and gently she weilded them in her hands, looking the blades up and down with her cold blue eyes.
Her motions grew stronger and swifter as moments passed. She began to move her feet in an almost rhymical fashion. Her moves flowed together like a dance. It was beautiful how each twist and cut of the blades moved into the next. So quick were her moves, it was almost impossible to tell what the next one would be. It was so graceful, yet so alarmingly dangerous.
Throughout the movements, it was as if Laeia was in a trance. Her face remained emotionless, her blades slicing the air in sharpe movements. She was in a state of calm with a weapon in hand.
Today Laeia wore only a black leather, bra-like top and small, tight, black, leather shorts. She wore no shoes. In her hand was a bundle of weapons rolled up in some sort of mat-like carrier.
Laeia made her was over to the training area. She needed to move, do something to release soem of the rage within her. It had been weeks since she had last sparred with some one, let alone kill them like she used to. She had grown restless, and the weight it bared on her made her less of a nice person to be around.
The blonde rolled out the mat, releasing the weapons from the folds. Their were two, identical short swords, on long sword, and a bunch of long daggars. Laeia grasped the hilts of the two short swords. slowly and gently she weilded them in her hands, looking the blades up and down with her cold blue eyes.
Her motions grew stronger and swifter as moments passed. She began to move her feet in an almost rhymical fashion. Her moves flowed together like a dance. It was beautiful how each twist and cut of the blades moved into the next. So quick were her moves, it was almost impossible to tell what the next one would be. It was so graceful, yet so alarmingly dangerous.
Throughout the movements, it was as if Laeia was in a trance. Her face remained emotionless, her blades slicing the air in sharpe movements. She was in a state of calm with a weapon in hand.
