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A knife whizzed through the air, wedging into the trunk of a tree. This was followed by another knife, and another, all in quick succession. They all found their mark, each followed by a sharp exhale of breath. The figure throwing the knives was blindfolded, a toned, tattooed arm extended out where slender flingers released the last knife. Only the lower hemisphere of her countenance was visible, lips parted as exhaustion began to set in.
It was dusk, the skies a bloody shade of red admixed with purple and orange hues. Clouds had begun to gather rapidly above, churning and twisting. She was oblivious to it, her entire body coated in a layer of sweat. The entire day had been spent training, both from her time within the Mandalorian military and all her years as a bounty hunter.
Those that knew her knew this was the place to find her. It was a small lake with a copse of trees around it. There was no sound but the soft trickle of water and the gentle rustling of leaves. This was far away from any city and any trace of civilization. It was where Talia found solitude, and it was also where others knew to find her whenever she fell off the radar entirely.
Talia was adorned in a black tanktop and loose fitting cargo pants, her copious amounts of tattoos on full display. There was raw, unbridled energy from a full day’s worth of training. Various blades and swords lay on the grass next to her. At the moment, she focused on hand to hand combat, moving much like a dancer. She moved with swift precision, kicking or punching after a certain amount of steps. The kata was one she had invented, one that made her appear fluid and graceful, completely detached from the world around her. Each blow would be deadly. She did this all without the aid of sight.
@Arclight
It was dusk, the skies a bloody shade of red admixed with purple and orange hues. Clouds had begun to gather rapidly above, churning and twisting. She was oblivious to it, her entire body coated in a layer of sweat. The entire day had been spent training, both from her time within the Mandalorian military and all her years as a bounty hunter.
Those that knew her knew this was the place to find her. It was a small lake with a copse of trees around it. There was no sound but the soft trickle of water and the gentle rustling of leaves. This was far away from any city and any trace of civilization. It was where Talia found solitude, and it was also where others knew to find her whenever she fell off the radar entirely.
Talia was adorned in a black tanktop and loose fitting cargo pants, her copious amounts of tattoos on full display. There was raw, unbridled energy from a full day’s worth of training. Various blades and swords lay on the grass next to her. At the moment, she focused on hand to hand combat, moving much like a dancer. She moved with swift precision, kicking or punching after a certain amount of steps. The kata was one she had invented, one that made her appear fluid and graceful, completely detached from the world around her. Each blow would be deadly. She did this all without the aid of sight.
@Arclight