<strong>~ Freezya ~</strong><br/><br/>In the arena she works off the comments that the blacksmith annoyed her with.  The energy translating into extra hits to the dummy.  At one particularly viscious moment, she has the staff across her back and extending her arm.  She whips around in a spin and hits the dummy across the face.  A move that could break a normal beings neck.  She fills up with sad satisfaction as the head of the dummy flies off.  She regrets that any could bring her ire up so much.  But he just knew how to push her buttons.  Freezya had no idea how he managed to do this, but he did.  She finishes with a few more twirls of the staff and swipes at the knees and then the abdomen.  One last thrust into the gut and she finishes her work melee.  She walks over to her bow and arrow.  She never used this as battle weapon, but it was her practice in aim.  One did not go into battle with magic and no ability to aim.  She went into the archery range and shot her bow for a few hours.  By the time she was done, she felt much better and well satisfied with her work out.  She heads in to clean up.  No one likes a smelly elf.  She giggles at the thought and as she walks back to her room her natural bounce sneaks back into her gait.  Her long red bouncing along behing her.