Training in the Agile Arts

It wouldn't be long before the pain set in. This was a consequence the young Dark Elf would be forced to accept as she grew more accustomed to the strain of training, which indulged harsh problematic factors on her muscles. Saori had been working on improving her skills for a few days now, yet she hadn't gotten down to the science of agility or evasion quite yet. "Once more.." She whispered to herself quietly, the characteristics swishing proposed an ensuing sound of speed, her ankles flaring up suddenly and then shooting outward a couple of meters forward. The explosiveness was there, her timing impeccable; however there was one major problem. Whiplash. Saori's legs would invariably move in one consisted direction, though her neck moved the opposite. Falling forward, the elf hit the ground running, but not on her legs this time.

Over extension of her neck would prove troublesome, and in the worst case scenario, fatal. This was something she would have to compensate for, not being able to adapt would render the training and skills she could incorporate utterly useless. Frustration ran rampant across the dark elves brow, and it was a damn shame. Punching the ground, a scowl formed on the corner of her upper lip. Letting forth a faint grunt, she picked herself up from the ground and continued about her training. "Again!" She'd yelp, her vocal intonation lowered slightly, a sign of her growing displeasure. She grew tired. She wanted to leave and forget about it, but couldn't force herself to just walk away. She cursed her prideful nature, loosening her rigid shoulders as she attempted to lunge herself forward again. Though the result this time was far more accepting.

She barked in agony, her legs starting to cramp and would soon go limp entirely. The girl struggled to get her knees as she writhed pitifully on the ground of the Mercenary Guild's training site. It was a sad sight to behold, the girl more closely resembling a wet dog than an elf at this point, what with all of the sweat she'd created. Her remoteness would prove troublesome to be sure, she was certain there was no on around for miles. Damn her weakness and her choice of seclusion too for that matter. Grass. It was the last thing she felt before falling unconscious from the exhaustion of her training regiment. She was in luck though, for she would elude death yet with her newly attained agility skills.

Waking up an hour later, she stood, muscles sore from training, and left the training site, heading to the streets of Mendefara.