[center][h3]Private Durandal[/h3][/center]
Regan had been tense, waiting for something to happen. The Sergeant had sent two of them ahead to scout the situation, and it wasn't too long after that the Sarge went himself, and then they got the all clear. Friendly tank... a friendly tank? Music to her ears. The lancer relaxed herself and slouched back in her seat, a faint smile on her lips. "Whew."

So they were given a brief reprieve. The private stood and got out of the vehicle, eager to stretch her legs. She saw some of her squadmates stretching and it gave her an idea. She'd been feeling off center ever since she woke up. It wasn't hard to imagine why, but that didn't solve the problem.

The solution was simple, if just a little involved. She would practice her forms. She decided to practice some of her Water and Wind forms, as they tended to look more like dances than fighting. It would be better for her comrades' peace of mind, that way. And so she began, her first form resembling a Tai Chi exercise.