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Selena had kept quiet for most of the morning, only nodding to those who did say goodmorning to her. While running she easily kept ahead of the pack, shocked of course to see Dax shooting other students...but not totally surprised, She had seen Finn go through similar situations with his father. 

She was breathing slightly heavier after the run, but she wasn’t winded. It had been a while since she went on that long of a run. Usually much faster in sprinting and short bursts. She watched the demonstration by the drow elf… and she was mesmerized. Kitsune warriors always had a beautiful and deadly style. While the teacher reminded her of it, it was clearly different in its own way. She would like to see how the teacher would match up to a master swordsman of her race. From either the red haired kitsune clan or black haired one. They were considered rivals in skill. 

Not that she received as much training being part of the red haired kitsune. She wasn’t even allowed to train with a real swordsman. The very act of hitting a Goddess even in training would have been death. So she really couldn’t compare...destined to fight golems as her sparring partners. She was told she had great skill… but she wondered really.

When she started, she also bowed down but didn’t draw her weapon. Reserving to just rest her right hand on the smaller of the two swords grip while her left held the sheath just at the crossguard. When the dummy would attack, she would step just out of reach and slash. Cutting off one of it's arms.  

it only hesitated for a moment, before it attacked in another direction. This caused her to duck down, and slash again, but it quickly danced out of the way, Selena’s tip only cutting the wood slightly. It followed up with another attack, which Selena raised her sword over her head, the tip of her sword pointing down at an angle, catching the weapon. She pushed up and pivoted her sword tip up while stepping closer allowing the dummy’s weapon to slide down and miss her as she twisted the swords blade and slashed at the opening. But barely nicked it's neck as it did a back summersault. It's foot mere millimeters from her chin.

 The mood suddenly changed as she quickly went on defense now. It seemed the dummy was only getting faster and faster, causing her to dodge and parry blows from the dummies sword. Never really getting an opening to attack. She started to sweat at the excursion, as each block or parry was [i]JUST[/i] in time. while she had similar training exercises, none of them were ever this intense. She was sure the magic was held back because of who she was. While this... this was a pure spar. Something she never had.

She messed up, thinking of her previous training sessions… caused her to lose focus. Her sword arm was twisted and grappled so she couldn’t move and she received a solid punch to her gut. Which caused her to crumple to the ground holding her stomach and letting her sword go. 

She sat there for a moment, winded. She never received a hit that hard from her training dummies… She started to realize how much training she was not given...because she was...their fragile goddess. She gripped at her sword again which was dropped in the dirt annoyed. Wiping down the blade and dusting it off quickly before groaning as she stood up. 

She was happy she was getting a chance to actually train. But at the same time annoyed on how much it hurt. Annoyed with how she was treated back home....and really irked the stupid dummy dropped her sword in the dirt. She gripped her sword tightly and got in a ready stance and waited for the next attack. when it came, a high cut straight down. She quickly took two steps forward, raising the blade over her head, with her right hand. The tip pointing down towards the ground and deflected the oncoming blade. She wrapped her left arm around the dummies sword arm, and cinched it to her side. Pushing her body against the dummy and her right leg behind it's right leg. She simply twisted, pulling the dummy into her with it's arm and causing it to become unbalanced and trip over her right leg. 

With her blade already pointed towards the ground she quickly stabbed downward into the neck. Letting a huff out she pulled it back out and readied herself for another, while rubbed her stomach once again.