20th of Fall, 523
Lance grabbed hold of his dagger and started to stab at the air like he learned from the training area the other day. Thrusting, pulling and moving. He shifted his feet around in a circle, mimicking how the fights went and tried to imagine it perfectly in his mind. How the blade was angled, how it would feel when it hit. What he would do to follow up the attack. He acted it out, careful not to hurt himself on the sharpened blade.
Lance stood back up. He went at it again. The blade sailing through the air. He had to focus a lot to keep the blade under control, as to not hurt himself. Lance moved his feet back and blocked an imaginary strike with his left hand, then stabbed at the air, where a body would be. He circled around and followed the imaginary body to the ground and stabbed him repeatedly.
He was surprised when sweat started to bead on his forehead. The effort it took for him to imagine and move and stab was surprising. Lance made it worse by adding pushups to the mix. Then he mixed up the pushups, then getting up, and pushing up again. An exercise he remembered from one of the classes. They didn't only train the hands with knife, but also the body in small amounts.
WC: 226