Anna did not look much like a warrior when she was not armed and armored at barely 160cm tall and a curvy body the face of somebody favorite aunt she did not quiet look the part, though her body now was less soft then it had been at one time her hands had clauses from a sword grip instead of dirt from her little garden. Right now she was stripped down to the belt line except for a snug fitting binding across her breasts she had wrapped some linen sacks about the base of the mast and was going at it with a sturdy long pole that was about equal length to her sword. Sword and armor both were leaned close by the chain mail and zwaihender both of simple make but good quality the sword had the beginnings of carvings in the cross-guard something she occasionally worked at on and off it seemed when she had noting better to do.<br/><br/>Right now though her body glistened her long redish brow hair flowing as she went at the mast with a series of swings stabs and thrusts whirling the heavy stick in the patterns of sword play, she had been at it since just before day brake having woken up when Aria had her nightmares she knew from experiance it was not good to wake the girl up but still she could not lay there and listen so she had come out and faced something she could handle. She paused only long enough to eye the sailor going to the door, she did not take her eyes from him until he poked his head in then stepped back and left if he would have went in she would have went after and maybe tossed the man off the ship just to make a point there was already a sailor with a broken nose, points had to be made and instructions given in a fashion that was understood.<br/>