If she was going to be as good a fighter as her daddy she needed to practice more. She'd been getting "lessons" for as long as she could remember, lessons that hadn't even felt like lessons most of the time. It wasn't until she was a bit older that she'd realized that the games they played and the funny stances they had to take served a purpose. Rhys knew how to defend and attack just as well as she knew how to do anything else...but that didn't mean she didn't need practice. She would always need practice.
It was with those thoughts in mind that she headed for the big clearing near the barn. The ground was still a little squishy in places but not too bad. Considering how mucky the rest of Imperium was a little squish to the ground wasn't so bad. It would do.
After stopping in the center of the clearing Rhys howled to make her interest known. She wanted a fight and she didn't particularly care who showed, although the idea of her dad popping in and squaring off with her made her nervous. Hopefully he wouldn't take her up on her offer.
