It was the dark clouds that made her feel all the more anxious to spar. She continuously checked her ComTech, frowning at it's holographic screen that seemed to suggest nothing was out of the ordinary. But this wasn't ordinary. They'd either seen no clouds--which in and of themselves rather mystified her, once she learned they were composed of water vapor and dust particles--or white, sparse ones.
Not these large, heavy looking grey things that kept inching further and further over their heads. Covering their camp and the city beyond like an overstuffed blanket. Those weren't normal. Why wasn't the device reporting this abnormality?
A pale hand tightened into a fist briefly, pulling somewhat on the bandaging on them that was there to soften blows against joints. A basic thing to do when she sparred, to avoid slicing skin on uniforms or bodies. Her target for this session?
She turned to look at Aliez, boots sinking faintly in the soft grass. A gentler material than a sparring mat, if someone fell. "I suppose this won't be more than a few rounds," she sighed, flipping her long braid off her shoulder. "Not sure what's wrong with those clouds." The disgruntlement was obvious in her voice, a slight purse to her lips as she scowled up at the dark masses.
Taking a handful more paces out, she stretched a bit more as she walked, leaning side to side to get any tension out of her lower back and sides. Turning on her heel, she sank somewhat into a crouch as she faced him. A corner of her lip quirked up a tad. "I promise to not go for the face this time."
Not that she ever really did, but it was sometimes fun to throw a juke punch that way. People didn't really appreciate that, though, in most cases.
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