A spar with a friend.

[Azhure Darkstone]

::Azhure's hands ran over her sword. It was lighter and better for agility, she was not the strongest of people and heavy ones did nothing for her. Moving it around slowly, feeling the wind as she went faster then slow down she nodded satisfied. Putting it down she took off her outer robe and tied her hair back. Moving her arms, hands and legs she felt how they moved and the flow, getting into the flow of her body and getting the muscles ready.
Azhure was getting ready for a spar, a spar with a friend.::