Keep moving, don't pause, fluid like the wind and the water. The cold air cut through her clothes with ease but it was welcome relief. The sweat that covered her only emphasised the cold and indicated just how long she had been at it. Figures surrounded her, faceless and hollow, but for each one she cut down another would appear but she was relentless as them. A sword in each hand she moved in circles and stabbed, sliced, plunged.

She finally allowed herself rest, the figures melting away. Dropping the swords to the ground she lifted her hair from her neck and took breathed heavily as she tried to calm her heart back to normalcy. How long had she been going, hours? That couldn't be true, then again the night had disappeared somewhere and little of it had been during sleep. She was suddenly aware of how dry her mouth was, the ache in her muscles and how much she wanted a shower. Picking up the swords she retreated back into the house, stripping of her clothes and making her way into the shower. 

She appeared at the academy much earlier than usual and as she walked in it occured to her why. Food, of course, not even she was without need of it and this morning it had not even crossed her mind. But now it was occupying every thought as she walked into the cafeteria and was assulted by the smell. Loading her plate with fried bread, eggs and bacon she found herself an empty table and began eating. Despite her hunger she still maintained an air of dignity as she ate and took very little notice of the world around her as she did so.