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With their run finished, Anise slowed to a clumsy halt and placed her hands on her knees, bending down with exhaustion to catch her breath.  She was sweaty and breathless, and had a side stitch like you wouldn't believe, but she was ecstatic!  [color=a187be]"[i]Eugue![/i]"[/color] A light and breathy laugh followed the exclamation in her infernal tongue. [color=a187be]"Oh that was nothing like I expected my first class to be like!  I was ready for the drab and dreary.  A no nonsense orator with no sense of humor or excitement!  But that was [i]dangerous[/i] and exciting!"[/color]  She said to her running partner before the introduction to the next assignment: Combat.

She watched as the Drow fencer took the lead against the dummies.  That was the interesting part of this however.  If she had to hazard a guess it was some form of "dancing" enchantment as she liked to call them.  Basically a more complex animation spell that follows certain steps.  She was so enthralled with the complexity of the movements of the [i]dummy[/i] that she neglected to really watch their instructor. 
 Well at least until each and every poor mannequin was horribly dismembered by her.  When she called out to have them take on their own, Anise looked up.  Oh yeah.  She would need to fight a little wouldn't she?

She saw a table filled with weapons for the students to take in order to fight.  She picked up a dagger and felt it in her hand.  It was light and sharp.  But too complicated.  She'd need to be right next to them to stab it in them.  She looked at all the weapons.  A sword seemed difficult to manipulate, a spear looked like it needed two hands.  She didn't feel like hugging her enemy to strike them with a knife...  Her hand aimlessly wandered in the opposite direction of her eyes, as her fingers wrapped the rounded handle of a simple metal rod wrapped in leather.  

She looked over at what she grabbed.  It was a simple mace with a small ball with in jagged plates.  This should work.  It had a little heft behind it.  All she had to do was swing it at the person to hurt them  It was simple and effective.  She turned around to be stared down by the faceless automaton of the mannequin before her.  [color=a187be]"Um...  Hello."[/color]  She said as she slowly approached it.  It took up a fighting stance, but did not strike.  This Mannequin was unarmed, unlike some of the others.  With no other idea, she raised her mace and brought it down to strike the wooden frame.  

Instantly her sparring partner sprang to life, grabbing her arm and forcing her to drop her weapon.  She looked down to the ground in surprise.  This one was surprisingly nimble.  So much so that that split second that Anise looked away was a huge mistake, as she was suddenly punched in the stomach, causing her the keel over with a low, growling [color=a187be]"Fuuuuuuugh"[/color] only to be met with an elbow strike to her back, knocking her flat on the ground.  The dummy climbed atop her and pulled its arm around her neck in a choke hold.  Anise was now stuggling for something.  Her hand reached for the mace again, her fingers barely able to touch the tip of the weapon.  She needed to do something, as she let out choked grunts and groans.  

She needed to get closer, which means she needed to roll over.  She rocked back and forth as best she could, but man that mannequin was heavy!  Still with a few rocks back then forth she managed to get enough momentum to grip the mace and roll the mannequin off her.  She sat up on her knees and raised the mace over her head before smashing in the wooden face of the mannequin before it could react.  [color=a187be]"You stupid termite farm!"[/color]  She grunted as she struck down on it one last time before standing up, technically victorious.  [color=a187be]"I take back the exhilarating part..."[/color]  She complained to herself this time.