ALone in the training room for now, she moves through one of her many forms. Meditating as she seems to fight an invisible opponent, sweat gently beads her brow. She's been doing this for several hours, but still has yet to tire. Practice makes perfect. Her mind and her body were her main weapons, without them the Force was useless. So, she practiced as always, this time it happened to be alone while the students were still settling in, and her Master was elsewhere.