Taelonthesands
Tell the Tale that Brings you Joy
In the combat room Marissa knelt on the ground surrounded by pieces of ripped up battle dummies. She wore her hair in a tight French braid down the back, no a single piece out of line. her outfit, a simple short sleeved black crop top, some dark yellow sweatpants, and back hi-top sneakers. She also held a jeweled hilt in her hand, which she soon tucked back into her pants pocket. Finally she stood, taking a deep breath before wiping the sweat off of her browl.
After her last final Marissa had gone to the combat room to let off some steam. Her last final, though moderately challenging to most, made her feel like she hadn't gone to the class at all. Worried that she might of failed, Marissa grew frustrated with herself causing her to get worked up. Now that she had let her frustration out, Marissa was finally feeling the sense of ease of not having another final to take. With that thought in her mind, Marissa decided to celebrate by going another round with the training dummies. Pulling out her weapon, her steal whip, Marissa let the coolness of the steel engulf her hand before she set up her next 'opponent'.
After her last final Marissa had gone to the combat room to let off some steam. Her last final, though moderately challenging to most, made her feel like she hadn't gone to the class at all. Worried that she might of failed, Marissa grew frustrated with herself causing her to get worked up. Now that she had let her frustration out, Marissa was finally feeling the sense of ease of not having another final to take. With that thought in her mind, Marissa decided to celebrate by going another round with the training dummies. Pulling out her weapon, her steal whip, Marissa let the coolness of the steel engulf her hand before she set up her next 'opponent'.