Seren had been slashing and bashing at dummies for the past hour, and she was getting tired. She glowered at them, and then lifted her oversized sword, to make one last set of five swing... One low, one middle, one high, then two arcing swings to the dummy's side. Once she got that done, she took some slow, deep breaths as she unsummoned Diwata, and pinned her totem back onto her shirt. She then moved to the side of the field, where she had stuck a towel and a water bottle, along with her other things.

She grabbed the bottle, and began to do some cool down stretches, eyes lost in thought. She needed to find a few new sparring partners... Other then the tourney, she had not had much luck when she came down to the field to fight lately, and she wasn't thrilled with that. Dummies were great for aim practice, and all, but they were not going to get her the experience a real battle did, and she needed that.

She wanted to make it home to Rhys, after all, and she'd had one close call. Her hand came up to run along a scar on her upper arm, visible because she wore a high necked tank top that she often exercised in. After a moment, her hand dropped, as she slid to the ground to finish her stretches.

Beejoux