The sun seems to shy away every time she takes to the Petalburg Woods to train. Some would think it dangerous to stay so close to the enemy ever since Rocket's takeover, but staying away would prove a vital error.

Not that she was here for them in the first place. A sleeveless tactical ops bodysuit, adorned with belts holding knives of all kinds. On one of the branches on her left hangs a scabbard, holding a tactical sword; out of her way when she's training, but not far enough to not be able to reach it in case an intruder stumbles upon her.

Her warm-up is tenacious; she'd made the run from Rustburo to the forest, and now continued with a shadow boxing session, throwing kicks and punches at a gradually increasing speed. Every now and then she'd freeze mid-attack and keep her position for a set amount of seconds. An elbow to her invisible foe's face, stopped inches before hitting them; retract and slide back in with a butterfly kick. Hold position, twist and roundhouse kick.

It all looked so simple now, but it had taken her years to make it look so smooth. To perfect her basic motions. Repetition. Unarmed at first, and then with weapons.

As she followed up with the motion, two large knives now adorned her hands, blades extended outward as she repeated the earlier motions. And every time she'd switch the knives' position. Inward, outward. Stab. Slice. Until her shadow boxing had become a routine of bladed fighting.


Rituals - Mission

Elise Calcifet

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