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[color=#ff7f00]Location:[/color] Hotel Valhalla: Training Room -> Feast Hall of the Slain
[color=#ff7f00]Skill:[/color] Longsword
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Dalisy was angry. That was a usual state for her so it wasn't unusual. At the moment though she was using that anger to spar with a fellow einherjar. She was hungry, it was lunchtime, but she wasn't ready to eat. First, train. 

She swung at the other einherjar, going for a sideswipe, but he blocked her. They were well matched. Even if they killed each other right here and now it wouldn't matter. Not in the Hotel. And as far as Dalisy was concerned it wouldn't matter outside the Hotel. 

She took a deep breath and continued the spar. They traded blow for blow and block for a block until finally as she went in for an attack her partner took advantage of an opening it left and hit her really hard in the rips. Her ribs were now heavily bruised, she considered her next breath, they weren't broken, but it hurt like hell. 

Dalisy pressed. But her partner didn't back down now that he had the upper hand. It was in short order that Dalisy had to surrender. She did it through gritted teeth. More anger seething through her. He had gotten better since their last spar. [color=#ff7f00]"Tomorrow. Same time. And I won't be holding back, letting you get away with feints like that."[/color] She told him, spitting it out through the pain. Maybe something was broken. It wouldn't matter for too long, but it hurt for now. She didn't even hear the guy's response. She would be in the training room the next day either way. And possibly finding a way to destroy him in another way. 

She walked over to her towel and water bottle. Dalisy took a few sips of water while she wiped her face and neck. She was sweaty and felt gross. Dalisy wanted a shower. And to stab something. She decided to stab something then take a shower. At a dummy, she let off some steam. Putting as much strength behind each blow till her body wouldn't even let her pick up the sword anymore. Dalisy was still pissed, but she felt a little better. 

After a quick shower, she went down to the Feast Hall. She was starving. Arnora was there so Dalisy headed to sit near her. She looked at the pair of einherjar fighting, considered joining the fight. Her rib hurt too much still so she sat, a plate was delivered and she turned to Arnora. [color=#ff7f00]"What is this about?"[/color] She gestured to the two fighters, then starting digging into her lunch. Her mind was turning over options for dealing with the guy she had been fighting herself.