Open [Fighter's pit] A flower with sharper thorns.

[Roselina]

80th of winter, dawn



Roselina woke with a start as the sun rose. She had woken up early, as if she had to be up early to deal with this day. This wasn't something she needed to do, she wasn't going to mourn, and she was planning to not even acknowledge the day in her mind.

Her plans never worked as she planned them, and here she was, standing up and leaving her apartment at the crack of dawn, on the anniversary of her brothers death.

She pulled her dress and cloak on with a sigh, making sure that her tattoo was covered by her sleeves, pulling them down her arm. Her steps echoed as she slowly walked, stepping quietly through the city.

Florian wouldn't of liked it if she wasted a day just mourning him, she knew that. He was always doing when he was alive, constantly moving, always working or doing anything other than resting. Still, she didn't want to leave.

Eventually she reached her destination, the Anthonius fighter's pit. She couldn't think of where else to go at this time, and she would rather not have to stay in her cramped apartment.

The man who ran the place gave her a nod when she arrived, but played little attention to her otherwise, so she walked and picked a dagger up off of the stack, giving it a quick swing to test the weight.

It was about the same as her usual one, which she would have used on any other day. However, it had been her brothers dagger when he was alive, and it didn't seem right to use it today.

She chose one of the less worn training dummys, she had her pick as the amount of people here at this time was low, and took a stance to slash at it.

Her slash was clumsy, and so was her stance. Usually, she'd be doing a tad better than this, though she still wasn't experienced with fighting. Today her slashes were more out of anger, a permanent scowl seemed to reside on her face as she swung.

For a while she continued like that, before calming down a bit and beginning to practice properly, though the scowl was still on her face, her thoughts bitter and angry as she practiced.

Roselina took a stance, one foot behind her and her arm in front of her face, practicing what she would do if she was truly in a fight. She swung the dagger at it, hitting where the fake-head was.

"Sweet Dreams."

[Roselina]

She stepped forward this time, leaning forward to slash from the side, attacking the dummy. She held the knife forward in front of her, and tilted in onto it's side so the sharper side hit it. Acting as if she was fighting a real person, she moved backwards after to prevent the counter attack that would have came if she had a real opponent.

Her stance was important aswell, and she checked to make sure it was correct, as she had fell out of stance while attacking. Her knife was in front of her, as that was the most convenient place to attack from, and she wasn't at risk of harming herself much.

She lifted the arm that she wasn't holding a knife with in front of her, her elbow bent and her fist clenched, her arm in a position to block or punch.

This time she stabbed at the dummy, hitting in the torso area and then stepping back, stepping to the side and then turning the knife to stab at the side, moving as quickly as she possibly could. Perhaps if it were a real fight, moving quickly wouldn't give the opponent enough time to fight back well, though she had left her other side open for attack.

Moving around the dummy, knowing if it was a person they would be in pain from the stab that she had done just, she slashed again at it, and lifted her arm to protect her face from the attack she would have been given if it was a real opponent.

She knew she wouldn't be good against a real opponent. Not yet.

Taking a step back from the dummy, which looked to be in a slightly worse state than it was before, she put the knife back, deciding to practice what she could do without a blade, in case she ever found herself without one.

She threw a punch at it, hurting her hand in the process and realising that she had forgot the first thing she had ever learnt about fighting. 'Thumb on the outside of the fist, or you'll break it.".

With an annoyed sigh, she fixed how she was throwing her punch, lucky her hand was only sore and she hadn't broke anything. She threw another punch at it, aiming to hit the head on the side. She then pulled her arm back and used her elbow against it, landing a whack to the side of the dummy's 'head'.

"Sweet Dreams."