Her eyes were closed. The silence was deafening. An occasional cold breeze of wind breaks the otherwise stale air around her. An influx of memories filled her mind. This battle might be her last. Years of training and discipline boiled down to this moment. There were many like her, but she was different. In the world of men, she was an endangered species.
She takes a deep breath. Her right arm raises up, preparing a decisive strike. A wrong move could be the end of her. 'Strike and follow through.' she thought. She had rehearsed this in her mind countless times. Now, she has to act on it.
She strikes. It didn't take a blink of an eye before her right hand landed. Her deceptively harmless weapon met a metal surface. 'Now follow through'. She relaxes, not making the mistake of letting the situation get the best of her. The weight of her arm was sufficient. She pulls. 'Balance of weight and speed is key'. Too fast and she would have slipped, exposing herself to elements of counter-attack from any, or all of her enemies around her. Too slow, and she would have just ground herself to her doom.
Success. The metal surface vibrated with such ferocity, the energy had only one way to go. Down. The shockwave travelled rapidly, down in the grains of the wooden pillars, through into the hollow tree, piercing right into a metal pin embedded to the ground. The earth shook. Nobody would have thought that such power could have come out from such a person as her.
Elgar would have been proud.
Believe it or not, this post took me 3 days to complete. I just don't have the time anymore, not even to practice my instrument during the day. Pardon my bad command of english in regards to the pseudo-novel above. --> (Think Nodame Cantabile + Cooking Master Boy + Samurai X) The possibilities amuse me.
I have so much more to write, but it's already 1 minute to midnight. I guess therapy will have to wait another day/night.
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