Kynrind leaped back, spining and threw the polearm at the post. The heavy blade sunk deep into the wood and the night elven huntress spun around the vibrating haft a she yanked two swords out of the sheaths at her hips. Keening a shrill cry, she attacked the wooden training dummy with a ferocity that had several watchers back up as she moved around it, taking out chunks of wood. Still she was just as graceful as before.<br/><br/>Within several minutes  the post cracked and Kynrind leaped back, propelling herself with a kick that pushed her high into the air. The lithe huntress spun forward, landing facing the thick post as it fell over with a thud, the haft of her polearm sticking up at a drunken angle.<br/><br/>Breathing heavily, Kynrind sheathed her swords, wiping sweat from her face with an offered towel. Then walked over to yank the ploearm out of the post. Several Sentinels grabbed the broken log, to drag it off with Kyn's help and start replacing it with a fresh one.<br/><br/>The huntress walked to a bench, plopped down, the polearm leaning against the edge of the stone bench as she loosened her chest piece and took a long drink of cool water.<br/><br/>Back in the Temple, Anoria stirred, sitting up with a yawn and stretch before climbing out of bed to relieve herself and dress. Downstairs she nodded as the keeper informed her of her sister's location and she smiled a thanks to hurry off to the training grounds.<br/><br/>This day's garb was a thin green and blue robe that clung to her body. Tight over her breasts and hips. "Sister!"  She called just as Kynrind's head came up.