Curioser and curioser, Freiya thought as she first laid her eyes upon their new direct superior, Aela. At first glance, the human woman might have not seemed serious or competent enough to fill the spot, but those notions crumbled under deeper scrutiny. Aela carried herself like a true knight. In addition, she was not one to ever fully disregard a superior's words. Overlord Levran said they were in good hands? Then that damn well must be true. Also, Freiya trusted her gut instincts enough to place some trust in this Aela also. Even if Freiya could not agree with her cheery mood.

Freiya had quickly finished her breakfast, wolfing down the meal before setting off to a small distance away from the other recruits. They had little time and that was all she needed for a moment of practice. Closing her eyes, Freiya took a deep breath as she recalled the few lessons Overlord Lohdraen had given her on Ki-Tan. [i]More like shouted into my ear...[/i], Freiya thought as she focused the Luminosity within her into every single fiber of her body.

Many said learning Ki-Tan was like learning to walk again. Freiya wholesomely disagreed with that notion. It was more than that, at least for her. It was learning to [i]breathe[/i] again, to even [i]feel[/i] again. Freiya quickly became aware how uncomfortably heavy her limbs were, as if she were submerged in water. She could pinpoint every bead of sweat running down her face as she tried to ignore the flares of pain her scar caused her. She could feel the slightest breeze, how the air flowed and parted around her like an invisible river, so vast yet so transparent.

Ki-Tan was not a skill she could yet use in combat. She could not do it with her eyes open, the sudden intake of so many colours and such brightness was too migraine-inducing for now. She did not envy the falcon, with its sharp eyes able to spot a mouse in the grass all the way from the sky. And while she could feel the slightest movements and vibrations in the air, she could not use it to anticipate the moves of her opponents. She could now easily see why Overlord Lohdraen had laughed so uproaringly, [i]like an ancient dragon[/i], when she had requested he teach her Ki-Tan in a fit of insolence. He had initially said it'd be too much a bother. Why bother teaching her a technique to break her limits when she had yet to reach them. Eventually he had caved in to her insolent demands, teaching her the very basics of the ancient art.

And it was so fucking hard! Freiya could not hide her frustrations. A whole decade of training and she could still not use the technique effectively. Lohdraen had said it'd become easier once she reached the limits of her mortal body, but when the hell was that?

Punch, punch, punch, kick. [i]Never start with a kick. Albeit powerful, it is also slow. Knock your opponent off balance first.[/i]

To anyone watching, Freiya's movements would seem a bit clumsy, but extremely fast as the woman shadow-sparred with her imaginative opponent, swaying lightly from side to side with her eyes closed and ocassionally lashing out into a flurry of punches and kicks.