With a grunt and a jab Isabelle dropped the heavy sword from her hands, breathing heavy, the weapon clattering hard against the wooden floor. She rubbed her brow which was beaded with sweat, turning away from her make shift dummy. She grabbed her water bottle and took a long gulp, collapsing on the hot, dry ground.
 
She examined her work, her brows knitted together as she critically analysed the shredded pieces of cloths. She hadn't done a bad job. Her swordman's skills had certainly improved but she could do better, or just stick to her bow and arrow,it was what she was good at.
 
With a shake of her head she jumped up , deciding to take a walk around camp after an intense training session.
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