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As the rush of wind was felt before the man even made it to her, she tensed, ready to strike whatever surprise was coming her way. Thankfully at the last moment, she recognized the presence as a man - a wind magi to be precise - forcing her to tense and twirl in the air until she had feet on the ground again, scowling. [color=fe7e53][i]'Jerk!'[/i][/color] she thought to herself, wiping sweat from her brow once more and taking a moment to catch her breath. She watched as the magi shot off across the plains for a bit and settled down, only for some other woman to approach him.

Stretching her shoulders for a moment, she let out an irritated huff. [color=fe7e53][i]'Show off.. but I guess I shouldn't be surprised.. boys will be boys..'[/i][/color] She had never cared for any men in the past and normally this wasn't that much of a problem, that was until she started training. Now that her body was more toned, especially in particular areas, it seemed like all the boys wanted to get her attention. All a bunch of pigs, she figured, often writing off their little games are pointless - no, she preferred the gentle, intelligent approach of a woman and even the forceful ones had an air of finesse.

At the very least, he had interjected at an opportune time since it was near the end of her training. Odessa took the time to stretch out her muscles as they cooled down, making sure they wouldn't cramp and taking out some rations as she munched on them afterwards. Now that her body was warmed up for the next day, she began to wander the camp, not seeming as exhausted as she ought to be. After passing a man trying to play Legion, she caught the end act of a spar between knights where a sudden thought struck her mind. [color=fe7e53][i]'Knights? I thought this was mostly militia?...'[/i][/color] Having just finished her rations, she wrapped the crumbs up and tilted her head in interest at the mock fight came to an end. There was clapping as the pair wandered back to their tents.

It was then she realized that she didn't have much to do. Most of the men that composed the unit were what you'd expect of militia, commoners and peasants that were barely trained to hold a blade. The thought had crept into her thoughts once before when they were marching, watching a lot of them tire out before Odessa had even felt fatigue. Now though, that it was resurfacing, it painted an expression of worry on her face. She didn't like the idea of rushing in barely trained men into battle with beasts and the hard truth? There was going to be a lot of deaths. At least she had a chance, even not facing real combat, but these men and women? The thought forced her to groan in disgust.

Odessa felt sick to her stomach as she realized another thing - she didn't have friends or comrades like most of those here, but the worst of it was, despite her usual loneliness she knew it was a fruitless effort to even bother. Simply said, the reality of the situation was settling in and it was making her heart sink as the moments went by. She jumped lightly onto a large rock and just watched as people wandered by.. this might be the last moment that anyone ever saw them again, outside of battle. The last moment anyone would remember them without blood on their armors.