4th Day of Spring, 513 AV “Haa~” Lexa yelled as her fist hit the open air. Her moves were swift and powerful. She ducked under the blow of an imaginary opponent and then stepped to the side to deliver a low kick followed by a higher aimed for the centre of her imaginary foe’s face. Pivoting on her heel she faced the other direction and blocked her next invisible foe‘s strikes retaliating with a couple of quick open hand jabs. She ducked and yelled and spined, striking with enough ferocity to ward off a bear. Her heart was racing and her breaths were short and ragged, and her face was a mask of focus and plain exhaustion. She was so tired she ended up stumbling as her knees buckled. She stopped for a second to retie the fabric she had wrapped around her fists, then went on punching, only to find out she was at her limit. She hadn't have a break in a long time, hours and hours. She wasn't quite sure why she still did this to herself, after all, she had nobody to please but herself. Maybe it was just the simple truth that this was the only thing she knew. Lexa stilled herself, and calmed her breathing which was not an easy task. She wore a white tunic that had been cut at the belly button, and a pair of baggy brown trousers. She was about to continue again but something made her stop. "Who's there?" She said into the tree's, looking around with narrowed eyes. She had felt someone's eyes on her, she was sure of it. Could it be a threat? Lexa closed her fists and waited, guard up. Sweat ran down her forehead and she feared she may not have the strength to confront anyone who meant her harm, be it a bandit or a monster, she was so worn out she felt she could fall over at any given second. |