Joshua
"Fights don't always go the way they're planned. Sometimes strength can be a strategy. Knowing that you can overpower an opponent is a good tactic to use. Good offense back there! Offense is everything in my book; can't win fights without attacking. Ending the fight as soon as possible is what you want in battle."

*As Katherine begins heading towards the armory, she begins to undo the leather straps of her armor, letting it hang looser. The hot, stifling air was finally set free, allowing a cool breeze to flow over her sweaty clothing.*

"I was thinking about studying on my magic a bit more, but I thought that maybe some running, or some form of cardio would be good. I need to work on stamina. Want to join me?"
Amy
*Charlo stairs blankly as Kath explains herself. She really didn't know what to make of anything Kath was saying, but she knew it was something helpful. Oh well! Charlotte thinks to herself as she smiles warmly at Kath.*

*The two soon finding themselves at the armory, and Charlotte begins to undress just the same. A relaxed breath of air leaving Charlotte's lips as she relaxed. As much as armor helped in a fight, it couldn't be less uncomfortable...*

"I don't get how you can use that stuff, Captain... It all seems so complex... Cardio, hmm? Ordinarily, I'd love to! But-! I'm starved after all that sparring...
* The Macen says as she pats her chiseled stomach, a distinctive growl emanating as if on command. Charlotte gives a weak chuckle, continuing to take off her armor. Tossing the best metal into a nearby locker, her last name labeled on the door.*
Joshua
*When she's finally done, Katherine is dressed in a simple black shirt and pants, as always. No weapons for now; she didn't want any obstructions when running like this.*

"It's just power, really. Think about putting all your strength into a strike. It's like that, but projecting outwards."

*Katherine places her armor on a stand, allowing it to be displayed.*

"Huh, that's true..."

*Almost on cue, the Captain's stomach began to growl as well. When was the last time she ate? It was far past noon already; she hadn't had any breakfast, as per the last few months, and she had skipped dinner the previous day, in exchange for drilling her swordsmanship. She probably should eat something.*

"Now that I think about it, that's probably a good idea. I've been working so hard I haven't realized how hungry I am!"