18th Day of Spring, 514 AV-
Ahri held her bastard sword with two hands, trying to get used to it's weight. She wasn't good with the weapon, but anyone could say that with only 15 minutes of practice. Her movements were awkward and slightly clumsy. Occasionally, she managed a half-decent hit that might've hit something.
She kept hitting the dummy that was in the clearing, swinging sideways, and the rare upper hand. The rare times her sword hit something well, she smiled in slight relief she still had some hope. After awhile, she stopped, taking a small water break. She leaned against a old tree, when she heard a wolf howl.
She flinched. It was close, she could tell. She took out her sword, looking around with caution. She turned quickly when she saw a flicker of movement, then back when she saw another movement. She cursed softly. How was she going to deal with this?
The wolf in front of her ran at her, and when she judged the time to be right, she swung. The wolf darted back, snarling at her. She looked at the other wolf, who was growling. She stepped backwards, slowly, the wolves forcing her to go closer and closer to tree.
What do I do?! She thought, frustrated.