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Date Posted: 19:14:25 07/20/04 Tue Sweat edged slowly down the woman's brow, neck and back, the sun's relentless heat boring into her skin and setting her blood on fire. Despite the weight of the sun's rays she continued to move into the intricate positions of fencing, the silver of her saber's blade glinting blue in the light. As the blade whistled through the air into the last stop of the practice session she had chosen a sigh of relief traveled through her aching muscles. Stepping out of the pose, she dropped her sword arm to her side, whiping her brow with the hem of her shirt. Smart the the ways of the desert, she was dressed in a white, tight-fitting cotton shirt and a loose pair of pants; rolled up to the knee. Struggling to shift her tired legs, Ash moved into the shade of the barn, laying te curved blade onto a low table she had dragged out earlier that day. It was covered with an wide range of dangerous-looking weapons; from a simple whip and fighting staff to the ornate sabber she now layed in the center of the arrangement. She smiled sentementaly at the weapon, rinning light fingers over the leather stitches on the sheath. It was given to her by her mentor, and old man who said he was from the orient ( a fact which she highly doubted, since he was very mexican ). Spread around on the wooden surface were a number of other edged weapons, mostly daggers and small knives all of which she carried on her person when in full armour. Amoung the blades were set a few blunt objects; a set of baton-like sticks, the coiled whip and the fighting staff ( a long length of wood; taller then Ash by at least six inches and carved with ornate vines and roses). Wrapping the belt, which was hanging from the edge of the table, around her waist, she placed the blades back in thier keepers, attatching the sheathed saber to her right hip. Gripping the table, she slid it off to the side; out of the way of any horses that may need to come through the rear door. Since Jared had almost let Sadek past him she had tightened security almost ten-fold of what it had been, working herself hardest and longest in hopes of taking some of the weight off the others. Sleep nagged at the back of her temples, and she lifted her hand to rub her eyes, brushing the sleep away like she had for the past 72 hours. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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| ::nobody's home:: | Sadek | 20:28:53 07/20/04 Tue |
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