*Angel draws her own sword and follows Quiet's movements.*

Axel looked over the training grounds, wondering where all the troops were. " I hope everyone is faring well..."

"Well enough by my own measure so far. Well enough for the cause? I'm not so sure."

"Have hope. We will persevere."

I have to get out on the battlefield more.

"You should! Victory will be ours!"

Quiet walks into the training grounds again, walking with heavier steps then neccessary, especially for one with wings.

Standing in the middle of the sandy arena, she takes a deep breath before eviscerating the nearest pratice dummy.

"You know... Why play with a dummy when you could spar with something... living?"

"At the moment I'd rather enjoy not having to watch my back while dealing with what's in front of me." She whipes some invisible sweat from her forehead. "Call it theraputic."

Quiet abandons the dummy, now hanging disjointedly from the remaining tattered half of its head. She takes a few more breaths, and goes through her forms once more for cool down, her eyes eventually falling half-way closed as her movements slow down and smooth over from her previous tense hacking.

Walks quietly into training grounds and looks around taking everything in. She sighs slightly and chooses a part of the training ground far away from anyone else. She settles into a meditative stance and her breathing evens. She can feel the others present but slowly fades deeper into her trance forgetting where she is.