Training
SHERRY
In the late morning, things had died down a bit on the training course. Most of the warriors had already gone to the second round, attending patrols or other assignments. Still, the distinct smell of fresh dirt and the subtle scent of rusty old sweat in the wooden posts lingered.
I put my foot on the thick dirt and rolled my shoulders. The gray sweater from this morning had disappeared. I had a sleek black training tank and loose pants that gave me freedom of movement. My hair was pulled back tight. No jewelry. Nothing to catch or distract.
I started with footwork.
Nothing too complicated at first. Forward. Reverse. Lateral. Bring it back. Those drills that seem dull until they start to hurt your thighs and you're tempted to cheat. I kept the pace. Heel to toe. Keep t
