Tomahawk Practice

Subject: Tomahawk Practice Mon Sep 10, 2012 5:30 pm

Nefara, or Freckles as she was known at home, walked into the Melee Station with a determined look on her face. She decided to practice with her tomahawk in the melee station and not go to the ranged with it. She was much better at throwing her tomahawk than fighting in a melee combat, but she was fearsome either way. Grabbing one of the silvery tomahawks from a stand, she felt the blade. It was sharp enough that she slit her finger open; sucking on the blood for a moment, she weighed the weapon in her hand. It was slightly lighter than the one she'd trained with at home; it wouldn't throw her off much, though. Running up to one of the dummies, it was soon decapitated, an arm and leg missing, before finally cutting the dummy entirely in half. She continued in this manor, slicing, smashing, and bashing. Her forehead wet with perspiration, she put the sharper, smaller end of the tomahawk through a dummy's eye and was done. Looking around, there were plastic pieces of dummies everywhere. With a smirk, she watched the attendant put them back together and give her advice on the angle she should keep her elbow at. While that was fine and dandy, she thought, she knew what she was doing. She had her own style, her own way of fighting, and it was perfect for her body.

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