[i] She finds a quiet spot removes he shoulder plates , the rest of her armour retracts, leaving her in her leggings and her hanten,loosely tied around her waist, she rolls her shoulders and flexes her neck , out of habit she runs her thumb across her finger tips. Then for a moment she stands perfectly still. After a few seconds she starts performing a simple haka,testing her reflexes and responses. After a few minutes she starts he same thing using her Wakazashi.[/i]

[b]He watches from the shadows, perfectly silent and nearly invisible, due to the black cloak and him putti g on an all black helmet with 2 eyeholes [/b]

[i] as she begins to become more confident the simple routine turns into a graceful dance with an imaginary opponent, every, step, dodge, turn and flourish made with absolute precision,her breathing is more laboured than it should be,she is still feeling the effect of being in stasis.[/i] [b] shit how long was i out for?[/b] [i]This thought spurs her on,her anger fuelling her movements until her sword becomes little more than a blur as she passes it from hand to hand in crosses reverse grips.[/i]

[b]He eventually leaves, knowing she can handle herself. [/b][i]Not a bad bladeswoman. I could likely beat her, but not bad[/i] [b]he thinks to himself[/b]