Rhyme stepped gracefully into the training area. She hadn't ever seen this area of Libra before today and now it just looked a bit plain. 'Well,' Rhyme thought in slight boredom, 'I guess i'll practise but ill need a sparring partner...'. Sighing as she looked around Rhyme picked up her short twin daggers. Her daggers were slightly worn down from constant use and had fading, almost luminous swirls engraved upon them. Taking an offensive stance, Rhyme began to shift her weight, ever so often jumping from one foot to the other. Sending strong blasts of wind to the sole of her feet Rhyme began to jump on the air. Although she was wobbily, she upheld this for 1 minute beofre falling but landing with a slightly sprained ankle after landing slightly funny. Realizing how to do it, Rhyme attempted to perform this again, and succeeded. Smiling to herself Rhyme began swiping fast with her blades whilst performing kicks to warm up. After doing so for 5 minutes Rhyme sat back on a nearby bench for support. She still needed a sparring partner, as her daily training wasn't finished quite yet. Slouching ever so slightly, Rhyme thought about more tricks. She could create small balls of wind aswell as become fast, but could still only fly for 30 seconds.
Waiting to pounce on any willing sparring pasrtner, Rhyme sat on the bench. Trying, yet failing to camoflauge.
