Standing in a training field, in front of a training dummy, she tried to ignore memories that wanted to forcefully rush back. A sword summoned from magic slammed into the center of a dummy, handsfree. It didn't provide the same tactile control that grasping the sword would, but she needed to practice. She needed to get back to where she'd been prior to her death. Vivienne had once been a supreme arcane warrior; and she remembered everything but this body was not trained. This body was fragile, muscles untrained. She grit her teeth, ignoring the burn of weakened muscles.
Eventually, she released the sword, and watched it dissipate into nothing. It wasn't the magic that needed to be trained; it was the physical component. She'd asked once, if Akibrus could not have saved her body. The answer had been a resounding 'no', he hadn't told her how she'd died. She'd never tried to find out. It wasn't important, since she was here... She was here and Olivia was not. How many nights had she begged and pleaded with Akibrus to do something about Olivia and he's told her no?
It was enough times to make someone insane. She lashed out at the dummy with her hands. To bystanders, there's no rhyme nor reason to her frustration; and it's certainly not how one should train their body. If anything, it's practically abuse of oneself. Parts of her wished they'd let her die; hadn't been so desperate to keep her here, to keep her knowledge. She'd scared the instructor off earlier; he'd gone scurrying back inside, and would likely avoid her for the next few days. He'd told her she was holding her sword wrong and she'd snapped at him—
The dummy in front of her was burnt to a crisp, turning to cinder and ash as she lashed out one more time. Breathing hard, she stared at the newly destroyed dummy, and sighed. She'd have to replace it. She probably should have practiced within Circle walls, where the dummies were enchanted to withstand elemental attacks...
Eventually, she released the sword, and watched it dissipate into nothing. It wasn't the magic that needed to be trained; it was the physical component. She'd asked once, if Akibrus could not have saved her body. The answer had been a resounding 'no', he hadn't told her how she'd died. She'd never tried to find out. It wasn't important, since she was here... She was here and Olivia was not. How many nights had she begged and pleaded with Akibrus to do something about Olivia and he's told her no?
It was enough times to make someone insane. She lashed out at the dummy with her hands. To bystanders, there's no rhyme nor reason to her frustration; and it's certainly not how one should train their body. If anything, it's practically abuse of oneself. Parts of her wished they'd let her die; hadn't been so desperate to keep her here, to keep her knowledge. She'd scared the instructor off earlier; he'd gone scurrying back inside, and would likely avoid her for the next few days. He'd told her she was holding her sword wrong and she'd snapped at him—
The dummy in front of her was burnt to a crisp, turning to cinder and ash as she lashed out one more time. Breathing hard, she stared at the newly destroyed dummy, and sighed. She'd have to replace it. She probably should have practiced within Circle walls, where the dummies were enchanted to withstand elemental attacks...
10-21-2023, 10:47 AM
