ranon swung the large, thick blade again only to fall to a kneel at the final swing, she had been training since she got here, it was the only way she new how to get her mind off things. The place was supposed to be an oasis but it just made the woman feel uncomfortable. It wasn't like the desert or bad lands she so often found herself in, it was quiet the opposite, dank, green, beautiful. But to her it was more like a complete change in her reality, like she could have been here so long and yet she was to busy trying to avenge her father. The woman wiped her brow of it's sweat before getting up and grabbing the training sword once more and preparing to swing once more. Her usual attire was not on her at the moment, she only wore that when she was in the desert. Looking around the forest she had found to be quiet enough she swung once more, feeling all the weight and her arms tremble.